Doug (assisted by Haleh) peers in the ear of a crying baby, and diagnoses "otitis media" -- standard ear infection. He calls an order for antibiotics over the baby's screams -- grinning winningly all the while -- and takes off. Earache's mother observes to Haleh, "He's very handsome." So, Mrs. Earache doesn't need a trip to the optometrist, then. "He knows it," drawls Haleh. Heh.

Mark barks at a lab tech on the phone, about his patient Rebecca Morton. As he abuses the unfortunate lab tech who picked up the phone, Wendy appears behind him, wheeling a bed containing a patient with chest pains and "question AMI." The scene ends with more phone abuse that's not inventive enough to warrant my transcribing it and exists, I assume, to show us how dedicated Mark is to his patients' care. Or, that he's an asshole. Or maybe both.

Carter pokes his head into a room where Benton is examining the belly of an extra who clearly works out, like, a lot. Carter gives Benton an update on some case or other and asks what he should do next. Benton laconically tells him to go to lunch. Carter says he's fine and will continue working at whatever Benton assigns to him, and Benton (turning, over the course of this very episode, into the huffy dickhead we will come to know and...recognize) huffs out into the hall and tells Carter, "Don't be a hero. If I tell you to go to lunch, you go. It's a long time before dinner, and you may be too busy then to stop and eat, okay? You never know how long it's going to be until your next meal, so whenever you can, you eat. Now. Get the hell out of here. And don't take more than half an hour." Carter silently complies and takes off. Mmm, lunch.

In the totally weird-looking Chairs area, Mark rolls up with a chart, barely paying attention, and asks an older woman, "What seems to be the problem, Mrs. O'Rourke?" The woman tells him she isn't Mrs. O'Rourke, so Mark starts bellowing at the entire room, asking whether there's a Mrs. O'Rourke there. No one responds. Um. Seriously, I don't know.