Mike comes into the office three hours late, dressed like Opie Taylor if Opie grew up and was a speed freak. Dr. Jerome calls him into his office and tells him to sit down. Mike puts his feet up on Jerome's desk. In two months, Jerome will be retiring, and he wants Mike to take over the business. Mike asks if he's kidding. Jerome says, "While I pride myself in having a facile sense of humor, steeped in both satire and irony, I choose not to use it here." In two months, this will all be Mike's. Mike's waited a long time for this moment, and is very thankful for the practice. Then...in true Jerome fashion, he turns on Mike. "What makes you think you can come in here dressed like Don Ho? You look like an inbred seahorse! You're a doctor, not a belly dancer. Now take off that luau costume and get to work!" For once, Mike is glad to be home.

Carol and Molly are getting ready for Molly's party. Molly insists that Jim the ball polisher will not be coming to the party. If he were coming, he would have said he'd be there and not that he'd "try" to make it. Carol asks Molly if she thinks she can change who she is. Molly says if she dropped 125 lbs., dyed her hair blonde, and lost every glimmer of personality, she could be a dead ringer for Carol. Molly admits that her hair looks good after spending over an hour on it. It's just a shame that her new man won't be there. With all this talk, you just know he'll be there.

Ed goes to see G 'n' R and says, "Mr. McPherson." G 'n' R looks up and is a little miffed that he actually flinched. He invites Ed to play a quick game of nine-ball with him. Ed declines, because the Hat Guy doesn't play billiards. Ed says he met G 'n' R's wife, and that she told him about the cancer. G 'n' R flies into a very sedate rage, and warns Ed that he'll have him disbarred so fast his head will explode if Ed tells G 'n' R's wife where he's hiding. Ed tells G 'n' R that his wife needs him, but G 'n' R can't go see her. Because, you see, even though George is dying...he's Rick. Ed tells G 'n' R that Rick's a stranger. Ed says G 'n' R can't keep doing this, and repeats that his wife needs him. G 'n' R stands there and says she's better off without him. Okay...the eyes are watering. The burning in my chest is growing larger. But I won't cry. I will not be reduced to crying over a silly little show. I WON'T.