At the desk, Chen is begging someone to perform the surgery on Kenneth. Okay, when she's trying to sell it by saying that it will add "weeks" to his life, she has to know that it's just not going to happen. The call doesn't go well and she hangs up. Mark, eavesdropping again, asks what she's doing. She says she's all but promised Mrs. Kenneth that she'd come through with surgery, and that there are a few more places she can try. Mark says she knows they'll turn her down, adding, "You know, sometimes as much as we like to give it, hope can be cruel." That's damn right. Now, will someone please tell that to Elizabeth so that she ends this farce of an engagement? He walks out from behind the desk, and Dr. Dave tells him to "think fast" (fat chance), using a crutch to shoot a rolled-up tensor bandage at him. He tosses a crutch to Mark, who shoots the bandage right past Dr. Dave, who, frankly, sucks as a goalie. Dr. Dave tells him the game's at 8 PM. Mark beams; his chin recedes and makes his head look even more phallic than usual.

Mr. Mellonston is on his way out. Weaver can't believe that the VA is moving this quickly, and Mitchell explains that they're not; Mitchell got Mr. Mellonston into another nursing home, using a social-security number she got off someone in the morgue. Weaver is shocked -- shocked -- that Mitchell would do such a thing, and Mitchell says she does it all the time. Weaver's all, "La la la la la I can't hear you," until Frank appears to remind her she has to go to her seminar. Mitchell announces that she's going to the same seminar, and offers to save Weaver a seat. On her face. Um, I mean..."just kidding."