MCGURK, ALONE AT THE TABLE, FEELS THE EYES OF THE WHOLE RESTAURANT UPON HIM — NOT LITERALLY, THANK GOODNESS, AS THAT WOULD BE KIND OF SQUISHY AND FAIRLY GROSS, BUT HE'S STILL UNCOMFORTABLE

MCGURK: Okay, let's see. I could use my hankie — everyone seems to have one — but that doesn't seem right. Or maybe Solomon's jacket. He's always going to the dry cleaners. I really hope I can figure this out. I'd hate to get thrown out of the restaurant — especially as I've just started eating. Plus, I don't want to get my picture up on the Bureau's Embarrassment of the Month wall display. Twice in one year would be too much. I wonder if there's anything in the Dossier about this.