At the hospital, Gabby sits with Carlos as he waits to get his Africa immunization shots. Gabby thumbs through an Enquirer-type rag and says, "Boy, Sister Mary's done a number on you." Carlos, clearly bored, like this is maybe Hour 14 of Gabby's haranguing, sighs, "Riiiiiiight." Gabby slaps down her magazine and yells, "Yes, 'right'! She has you flying halfway across the world to help the poor. And there's perfectly good poor right here. For god's sake. Give a buck to a homeless guy!" And, again, I say: it just isn't like Gabby to be so off-the-mark with her tactics of persuasion. How about you feign some residual sadness over the miscarriage, Gab? That might do it; at the least, it would work better than continuously reminding Carlos of how shallow you are! Carlos explains to Gabby that giving a homeless man a dollar is not the same as going to Africa to help the poor. Gabby: "No, it's better, because you can do it from the comfort of your own car." Carlos: "The point is not to be comfortable, Gabby. It's about easing pain and suffering. Look, I'm trying to be a better person, here. Now, you can either help me, or you can get out of the way, but you can't stop me." They fume at each other for a second, and then the nurse calls Carlos in for his shots. He hands Gabby his paperwork, commanding her to finish it for him. Gabby scoffs, and then walks the unfinished paperwork over to the nurse's desk. The nurse points out that the allergy section is blank. Gabby: "Honey, he's going to a remote village in Africa. Does it really matter that he's allergic to eggs?" Nurse: "Actually, yes...Eggs are on the list. He could have a severe reaction to the yellow fever vaccine, and he won't be getting out of bed, let alone leaving the country." Gabby's wheels start to turn, and when the nurse goes to check the "eggs" box, Gabby stops her, explaining that Carlos is actually allergic to fish eggs: "Poor baby's gone his whole life without caviar! Now that's suffering."