At Dr. Jerome's office, Mike's walking down the hallway when he overhears Dr. Scottie. Dr. Scottie is having a soap-opera moment with Mrs. Andrews, informing her that she's going to be okay, but in the hokiest way possible. It's ten times more schmaltzy and corny than any soap opera and just oozes with smarminess. Hokey, schmaltzy, corny and smarmy. I think I summed the scene up quite nicely, there.
Ed and Carol are out house hunting with the real estate agent when they arrive at the first home. It's a quaint house, but nothing to write home about. The agent begins her spiel on the home when Ed stops her with a "whoa, whoa, whoa." Ed specifically told this woman to skip the bad houses and take him straight to the good houses. This was clearly a bad house. The agent begs to differ, but Ed won't have any of it. "Take me to a worse house on your list," Ed dares the agent. The agent piles them into the car and takes them to a much nicer house than the first one. The Agent is trying to tell Ed that he doesn't want this house; even Carol joins in on the fun, telling Ed that the windows and front door of the home make a mean face. Ed fires the agent on the spot for showing him a bad house first.
After witnessing Dr. Scottie's rapport with his patients, Mike tries his hand at delivering a soap opera-like moment with his patient. A guy's sitting there as Mike slowly announces that the man's Athlete's Foot has been cured. The guy is clearly not impressed and says, "Great." Mike begins getting melodramatic and loud in the hopes that that Dr. Jerome will come and witness Mike's concern for his patient. Jerome finally enters the doorway as Mike's drama is reaching its crescendo. Mike goes to hug his patient, saying, "Come here, you magnificent bastard!" That gets my vote for "Line of the Night."
Mike and Nancy are then shown in a restaurant talking about Mike's job and Mike's utter discontent with Dr. Jerome. Mike doesn't know what to do at his job, and can see his chances at someday inheriting the practice dwindling. Carol and Ed show up, and it seems like the perfect time for the weekly $10 bet. This week, Mike bets Ed that he won't give his order to the waitress in rhyme. Okay...this is the lamest $10 bet these two have had to date. Ed gives his order in rhyme, and it is so godawful it doesn't bear repeating here. BUT, in the spirit of Ed's weekly $10 bets, I was in the drive-thru lane of KFC this week with a buddy and when we got to the window, I bet him $10 he would NOT greet the girl behind the window, "What up, Moesha?" when he forked over the money. He didn't do it. And he didn't win ten bucks either.