I got a good chuckle out of it. Wembley's itching for some new Italian designer duds, and Gobo's got a yen (so to speak) for some shabu shabu and a couple of jars of sake...
My favorite scene was with Richard as the type-A director, natch...and it seemed he was flirting a bit with Mokey. She comes up and asks, "Um, excuse me, Mr. Hunt?" and he leans in close to her and croons "Yes, Mokey..." with his lips puckered in an O.