First of all, when I get sick –- not only do I look expressionless and pale and sound stuffy, but my voice goes up a few octaves. It's embarrassing. I was sick then, I'm sick now. Sucks. And our millionaires didn't help me feel any better.

As Patti stated, we have the Jersey Gentleman and the Brentwood Bastard. The "Gentleman" is Rachel's client Richie Cunningham, er. . .Harry Potter, rather Thelma from Scooby-Doo, no, no I mean Archie -- dammit BILL! Yes, Bill. . .that's his name. Bill owns some internet pay service and is a nerd. Sweet guy, probably got beat up a lot. The "Bastard" is my guy, Skylar. Skylar is a young, good looking, Brentwood brat that has a silver spoon shoved up his. . .well, you know. He does nightclub promoting or DJing or attending or something like that. His problem? Too young, too fun, and wants to feel what its like on the adult side of things. Baller!

Bill's sweetness oozes when he says he's attracted to Tina Fey (aww my kind of guy!) but not her looks, just her personality (points lost). . .and he wants it wrapped up in the package of Anne Hathaway (who doesn't). Skylar's "I've played the field, lived the life" comment sounds even more like a bad movie when he follows it up with "I'm attracted to Britney Spears before she went crazy." (Son, she was always crazy)