Across the hospital in Dr. Price's office, Ana Syphax walks in looking pretty peeved. Price asks Ana to sit, but she prefers standing and wants to be called Dr. Syphax, seeing as how "Ana" is reserved for her friends. Meow. They exchange a look so dirty, it has to be purchased in a brown paper bag. Price says she wants to talk Woman to Woman about their situation. Hmm, sounds to me like only one of these women has a current "situation" that involves human-to-human contact. Price says, let's talk some Ben. Ana laughs ruefully, accusing Price of gloating. Price counters, "Let's be friends." Ana points out, quite correctly, that if they were friends, Price wouldn't have gone after Ben Turner or any other Kufi-adorned surgeon Ana might be dating. Ana says she doesn't want to hear it. She just wants to do her job and Price should stay out of her way. Price still wants to make peace. "What you should have tried was a little restraint," Ana Syphax answers, and leaves, smartly. Now, who could show restraint around a shirt-less Blair Underwood? Certainly not Dr. Price.
In the cafeteria, a sluggish yet slow Dr. Fleischman approaches Dr. Turner at his little table. He says he'd like to work trauma call, or do anything to keep a job at the hospital. Turner looks sad and says that Fleischman has already paid those dues. Fleischman says he's already buried his wife and his only son and the hospital is all he has left. Turner says he's welcome at all the conferences, to which Fleischman responds, "Don't treat me like I'm old." I take an eraser to what I wrote earlier in the Day Runner. "This place is my life," he says. Then he reveals the bombshell: Harris said Turner fired him. Just then, Turner's pager goes off and he has to leave, but he tries to assure Fleischman that this is a complete shock. "You're calling me a complete schmuck?" Fleischman asks. Turner comes back and tries to make it right, saying he has to go, but they'll talk later. "You're letting me go?" Fleischman asks. Oh dear. Fleischman is left standing in the lunch room with his arms out. He fades to black and white, but not because he's old. Heather and I both go, "Awwwww," and wonder what Ron Harris hath wrought.
Dave Thomas is in a commercial playing on a chat room. Have to say, the Monterey Chicken Sandwich makes me .
The Bruce Hornsby piano is now accompanied by a mid-tempo beat. Strangely, it's growing on me. In surgery, the would-be model is having her colon thingy installed. They start talking about her, saying how pretty she is and what a shame it is that she'll soon be carrying around her own filfth. "We can reconnect in a couple of years," says Turner, wearing a Kufi hat that looks like it came off someone riding a Harley Davidson. A couple of years is a lifetime to a child, Dr. Weiss says out of nowhere, and then he goes on to tell the most interesting story he's told since he left the Beastie Boys. After some hesistation, he shares the story of how he had gynecomastia, which means breasts, from the age of 11 to 15. He couldn't shower in gym or go to the beach. It was pure agony, he says, and he was teased mercilessly. Weiss is of the school that "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" is a crock. It may make you sexier, but not stronger. "Kids can be crazy cruel," he says.