As the boys sit there, Jessica and her boyfriend walk past, and the guys overhear the boyfriend breaking up with Jessica. He's giving her the old "it's not you...it's me" speech and following it up with the "I just need some space and time alone" spiel. I use that same song and dance on my employers every time I get fired from a job in order to save face. Jessica sits down at a table by herself as her studly football jock boyfriend struts away. Warren says that this is comparable to when Puff Daddy and J-Lo went splitsville. Mark tells Warren he should ask Jessica to the prom since he's had a crush on her since he was 11. Warren chuckles and says there's no way that Jessica would go to the prom with him. Mark says he knows that, but he still wants to see what would happen when Warren asks. You know...for a fat tub of goo, that Mark sure does have balls. He just can't find them in all those rolls of fat. HOOOOO!! I'm a regular Andrew "Dice" Clay, I am.

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Dr. Jerome is shown on the phone, presumably either talking to his wife or his gay live-in lover, Chachi McGouligan. Ahhh...it's his wife. I just like typing the name "Chachi McGouligan" any chance I can get. Mike walks in and tells Jerome that he's won the Tri-State Doctor of the Year award. Jerome is livid. He asks Mike, "Did you have anything to do with this, you putty-brained goat?" Jerome finds the ceremony that accompanies the award "tacky and unprofessional" and refuses to participate in it. Mike says he'll call the proper people and tell them that Jerome doesn't want the award. Jerome says not to do that, because it will just piss off the other doctors and he'll look like an ass. Jerome instructs Mike to sit down and start taking notes. He wants no singers, dancers, or publicity photos for the local newspaper. He wants to approve the guest list and the menu and all entertainment. He notices Mike's not taking any notes, and asks him, "You do have opposable thumbs, don't you?" Mike just sighs.