Jerome and Mike are shooting pool in some skanky pool hall where whores have taken over the bathrooms as their personal brothels and beer bottles are broken on the bar to settle pool debts of ten dollars or less. Jerome's on a roll, sinking every ball he smacks. He tells Mike that his speech that morning reminded him of someone else a long time ago -- a stubborn but good doctor who thought he knew everything there was to know about medicine. Mike smiles and says, "You mean yourself?" and Jerome says, "No, I'm talking about Lenny Stitzle." Jerome started this practice by himself, and it's his baby. Mike goes to sink a ball, and Jerome tells him that he can't possibly make that shot. Mike insists that he can make the shot. Jerome tells him that his youthful exhuberance is clouding his judgement. Jerome asks Mike if he thinks he's ready to handle a practice by himself. Mike stands up straight and says, "Yes, I think I am." Jerome says, "Okay. You're fired," and then turns to leave. Mike thanks him, thinks about what just happened, and goes to sink his shot. Naturally, he misses the ball, which could be a foreshadowing of his success to come with his own practice. Then again, he could just be a lousy pool player. I don't write the damned show, only the recaps. Just then, we hear a beer bottle cracking and the camera pans over to a frothing Dr. Jerome, holding a broken beer bottle in his hand and slowly circling Mike.
Ed is sitting at the snack bar in the bowling alley, celebrating his victory, when Warren walks up. He's all long-faced like the kid in Mask, and Ed tells him to spill his guts on what's bothering him. Warren says that Jessica won't go out with him. Ed tells him that there's nothing wrong with being the little guy who doesn't go out with the cheerleaders. And besides, it's Jessica's problem if she can't see what a catch Warren is. Ed starts fondling Warren's ass, and Warren shoots him a look like, "Dude!" Warren thinks about what Ed just said, sees Jessica tossing a ball down a nearby alley, and goes to talk to her. Ed thinks he's making a big mistake. Mike walks in all happy because he just got fired and stabbed Dr. Jerome to death with a broken beer bottle. Ed grins and says, "Great," as they hug, and Ed desperately fondles Mike's ass. Ed asks what Mike is going to do now, and Mike answers, "Go wash your cooties off my ass." Then he says that he's going to start his own practice. They both sit down, feeling good about their respective wins over the bigger man.