Down another hall, Dr. Turner flags down Dr. Price. The difference between this relationship and the Dr. Syphax/Dr. Williams one is that when the man says, "Hey!" the woman actually reacts. Lilian Price says she's off to have breakfast with her ex-husband, who is in town and wants to talk. Price says she's curious and Turner asks if the man is coming to beg for her love, and whether he (Turner) should be worried. "Let's see, he's treating me to an expensive breakfast and my current love can't scramble an egg. What could there be to worry about?" Turner chuckles. I hate to bring up The Sopranos again, but if Richie Aprile were here, he would have knocked Dr. Price senseless for that. Turner and Price have a kiss and she's off.

Back in the ER, Ossie "The Guy Who Thinks He's Royalty" Davis is wheeled in, shivering and cold. He's been out all night, and looks it. Turner tells Dr. Jackson that he knows The King and has been treating him since Turner was a resident. Ossie explains, moaning, "The Gauls! A sneak attack...Our coffers are pillaged, our sanctuary breached..." I get up to go grab something from the fridge. We pan down his legs which still look like watered-down sushi. He requests a private audience with Turner and Jackson while I requisition some Easy Cheese from the cooled storage chamber of my castle. Ossie gets his crown and scepter back and anoints the two doctors as knights. Instead of sedating him, they just wheel him away. "Ten years I've known him. He's never knighted me," Turner says. Jackson asks if he should call Turner "Sir." "Always call me Sir," Turner responds. The laughs just keep on coming.

Somewhere else in town, Price arrives at a sunny little restaurant. She meets her ex-husband Michael, who used to be married to Lisa Bonet on The Cosby Show. He is strapping and goateed, with a little of Ron Harris's fashion sense. Michael, a big-shot lawyer, hasn't seen Price in two years. He could have subpoenaed her at any time, but chose not to. They exchange pleasantries; he exercises now and does yoga. (psst, Price: He's gay. He works out, swims, does yoga, is a sharp dresser, and invites women out for breakfast, not dinner. Gay, hon. Just thought I'd warn you.) "Doesn't sound like the man I used to know," she says. And how. He's also stopped drinking, he says now. Apparently, that contributed to their divorce. "I need to make amends," he says. But first, he wants to have breakfast so he can ease her into it. She gives him a curious look. We time-travel to an hour later when she's still talking about how virile everybody thinks her current lover is. "Boy is he virile," she says. "I mean, he is so virile. Everybody thinks so, not just me. Like this doctor, Ana Syphax, for instance. She says he's nothing but virile." After she's done gushing about the luscious Dr. Ben Turner, Michael is ready to drop the bombshell. He said he's found someone. Someone who's changed his life. Someone who helped him find out a simple truth. "Lilian, I'm gay," he says. Lilian looks as if she's been slapped. Gay-slapped. Then she warms up to the idea and pats him on the hand in a patronizing way. "Good for you," she says. "You're showing a lot of courage." Fish on Ally McBeal looks over from the next table (he's away on business from Boston) and wonders if he should come out this way. Michael then drops Bombshell Number Two. He tested positive for HIV. "Lilian, have you been tested?" he asks. "You screwed men while we were married?" she hisses. Then she curses, gets mad, and immediately fades to black and white as we go to commercial. Fish at the next table crosses out, "Come out to law partners, romantic partners" from his To Do List.