Back in the Models With Bad Colons room, Dr. Williams visits the little girl with the big stoma. She has a magazine with Mariah Carey in it and asks Williams what she thinks of her. According to Williams, she's a'ight. But not as pretty as Little Stoma Girl. The girl says she used to be in fashion club but now she'll have to give it up. Williams tries to cheer her up by telling her that she's beautiful and that if he were younger, he'd ask her out. Ewww. Ana Syphax, unbeknownst to them both, is watching from the hallway. Williams says, "Do you wanna hear a secret?" I yell, "Dr. Weiss had breasts!" Instead, Williams begins a Great Big Monumental Lie by telling her he had breasts as a teenager. Stoma Savannah totally buys it, since she kind of figured Wesley Williams was the teen-breast type. "It must have been horrible," she says. Williams kisses her on the head and leaves. "If I was older, I'd date you, even with your breasts," Savannah says, "as long as you don't look better in a tank top than I do." Ewww.

Turner is hanging out, really upset about the Dr. Fleischman thing. Dr. Price gives him a shoulder rub and tells him it's over. (Fleischman, not their relationship.) Turner says he feels like he killed the man himself. "It was his decision and it was a bad one," she says. Then she talks about what kind of tribute it would be if Turner just sad around and moped, but this is stupid because I don't know about you, but I'd be pretty pissed off if people didn't mourn me after I died. Turner and Price decide to go out and have fun that night. They leave the lounge as Price gives the ugly green death couch one final look.

In the cafeteria, Dr. Williams is about to grab the last, nasty piece of fried chicken. Syphax stops him, saying she hopes he doesn't mind, but she was eavesdropping on his conversation with Savannah. Williams' interior monologue:

"Oh crap. She thinks I used to have breasts. Wait. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? She has breasts. Maybe she thinks I have shared some insight into the female psyche. What if I am the man of her dreams because I am the only one who can relate to the call of the mammary? Maybe Weiss is truly her dream man. Wait, maybe she just wants this piece of fried chicken. Oh she's looking at me. Maybe I should say something. 'Hey baby. Wanna feel my pecs?' No, no, that's terrible. How about, 'In high school, I was voted Breast Dressed.' Oh, damn."

Syphax says she was very impressed with Williams and now she's stalking him. She decides, despite or because of his non-existent teenaged breasts, to go dancing. Williams says, "Let's go," and chucks the chicken, so to speak.