Cassandra stands in the mirror, looking at Rose's body, horrified and frantic. Did these eyeballs of hers work? This is all very confusing, because she totally picked Rose's body and they activated the psychograft and everything, but now she's...whatever, it's funny I guess. "Look at me! From class to brass!" She does realize that Rose is pretty curvy, and she unzips her jacket and touches herself. "Oh, curves...oh, baby! It's like living inside a bouncy castle!" She bounces around; Chip bounces as well: "Mistress is beautiful!" "Absolument! Oh, but look..." She looks over at her trampoline frame, which is now empty. She exploded again? Her brain died. Good. Now she's just a repeated meme, and the story gets good finally. Chip asks where Rose's mind is, and Cassandra smiles. "Oh, tucked away...I can just about access the surface memory..." Oh, and here's the point again: "The same Doctor with a new face! That hypocrite! I must get the name of his surgeon." She giggles and touches herself, Billie Piper is clearly having a great time with this, and her phone rings; Cassandra wonders if Rose's ass is supposed to ring. Rose finally answers the phone, and Chip advises her to speak "Old Earth Cockney," so she's all "Wotcher" and "Guv'ner" and "Apples & Pears" and that, and it's hilarious. Cassandra grits her teeth and laughs when Chip mentions the Face of Bo -- "that big old Boat...Race..." -- and then the Doctor suddenly hangs up. I never thought anybody would tell another funny joke about Cockney rhyming slang, because it's 2006, but actually that was very funny.
The Duke of Manhattan is laughing; he and Frau Clovis share a glass of champagne as he's congratulating himself on not dying from that terminal disease that won't be cured for a thousand years. The Duke ushers the Doctor into his area, calling the Doctor his good-luck charm -- "any friendship expressed by the Duke of Manhattan does not constitute a form of legal contract," says Clovis -- and Manhattan asks her to winch him up, tossing the Doctor a thumbs up. They discuss his miracle cure at length; a Matron Casp is condescending: "Primitive species would accuse us of magic, but it's merely the tender application of science." The Doctor asks how on Earth she did it. "How on New Earth, you might say," she replies, which is...something a cat would say, if cats could talk, because cats are kind of jerks. "What's in that solution?" She won't say. "Patient confidentiality. I don't believe we've met." They introduce themselves, and she's all, "Oh, we're the doctors here," and whatever, you want to slap her super-fast, but Jatt comes and takes her away to Intensive Care before you can. "It's happened again," Jatt whispers, as the Doctor watches them suspiciously. "One of the patients is conscious." Casp is not having that.