Neela ditches Darlene to have Pratt sign something, using that opportunity to ask him not to go easy on her. As if. Pratt's never gone easy on anyone except a woman he's trying to get in the sack. Malarkey passes through the scene, handing off a pelvic exam he has yet to perform. Wait, is Malarkey ill? You're telling me he had the chance to stare up the business end of a woman's sex pie and he refused it? Someone take his temperature.

Darlene trots up and asks Neela why she got kicked out of Michigan. Except that she just referenced Neela's having a meltdown, so she knows that wasn't the case. Sigh. Ray cuts through the scene with a box of chocolates, and we pick up his trail. He's using them to woo nurses into doing what he needs. What annoys me is that they all go for it, despite weak objections -- especially Chuny, who frets about her diet and then allows Ray to ooze, "You can eat whatever you want" -- and so that Ray gets to strut around like the cock that he is. "Lesson #1: Feed the nurses," he says arrogantly to his med-student posse. Thank you for reducing women to sugar freaks. ["Women, and Malik and Yosh." -- Wing Chun]

Abby is with a redheaded man, whom she informs that he might have tuberculosis. But she doesn't know, and apparently this guy doesn't take well to uncertainty, especially when it comes to his lungs. He starts booming that he wants a real doctor. Abby impatiently tells him that she is a doctor, and that he'll have his tests, and then they'll know. Her bedside manner isn't exactly in the Florence Nightingale vein. Hell, even Florence Henderson would've been a better approach.

On the way out, Urbanus asks Abby a really complicated question and then gushes, "Sorry -- just trying to impress you." The poor kid needs to get back in the cradle, because Abby didn't come to work today in her thieving clothes. They bump into Pratt, who can't answer Abby's unintelligible question, involving lots of acronyms and zero fun. So she tells Urbanus that they'll look up the answer. "No," Pratt snorts, interrupting. "He'll look it up. It doesn't take two of you to open a book. Delegate to your student and find a new patient." Fresh off this lesson, Pratt gazes fondly at Ray, who is getting a big hug from a woman he's discharging. Ray has apparently kicked two out the door already, and Pratt is feeling a stirring in his soul that can only be construed as pride. That, or lust, but I think it's the former, because Ray's rack isn't quite big enough. Neela and Abby silently hate on Ray, because they have taste, while a delighted Pratt tells them that Ray is making them look bad.