Whatever happened to that Listerine commercial guy who scared us with bleak visions of an alien landscape residing in our mouths? Maybe he died of a heart attack by creeping himself out.

Back at the hospital, Doctor McShyster tells Weiss that he's trying to be patient. Not a patient. Just patient. Weiss finds Grace in the waiting room. She can't believe her dad is being so difficult. Nurse Patterson's stepmom asks what's going on. Grace tells her. Stepmom says, "I think Geoffrey is working toward sainthood." Interesting irony: Papa Patterson's impotency may make it difficult for Weiss to get laid. Just sayin'.

In the morgue surgery room, Wendell says that Mike is a "lucky dog" because he stopped bleeding. Williams asks for some appropriate music and we get a dog tune. Cute. A doctor who looks like a young Orville Redenbacher comes in asking about some livers he's supposed to pick up. Everybody hides. The doctor sneezes, which he attributes to a dog-hair allergy. Hey, what are the chances? He leaves, sneezing some more, while Wendell wonders how he got mixed up in such an oddball hospital. Wendell brings his co-conspirators out of hiding and immediately gets a call to pick up a body. "Looks like we just got a room," Williams says, so they can store the recuperating doggie.

We go to the locker room where Weiss and Turner start chatting it up about Papa Patterson. Through this scene, Blair Underwood as Turner is engaging in what the professionals call "stage business." In this case, he's putting on a contact lens and talking at the same time. He is muy talentoso, as we Latinos like to say. Weiss explains the Patterson situation in exasperated, breathless sentences. Turner says, "Whatever it is, it's not about the medicine." Yeah, we already got that: It's about Patterson's penis. Turner offers to talk to the man. Weiss thanks Turner for that. Wait, I thought Patterson doesn't like black doctors. How is this going to help at all? Where is the logic in this show? My world is crumbling! Somebody stop it!