In another exam room, Kangaroo asks Weaver whether it's true that human bites are worse than dog bites. Weaver factoids, "Yeah, because of the virulence of the bacteria. If germs infect the joint, it can cause scarring, which can limit your range of motion. You don't want to lose your opposable thumb." Heh. Giving the costume the once-over, Weaver asks whether Kangaroo and O. Possum are "rival mascots, or something." Kangaroo explains, "No, we were at the Furturama show. It's a convention for Furries." I guess Weaver doesn't read Vanity Fair, because she has no clue what he's talking about. Yosh, peering over his glasses, explains, "People who like to dress in animal costumes." Kangaroo says, "He started it! I think he'd been drinking. One minute he was scritching me. The next minute --" "'Scritching'?" Weaver repeats. Kangaroo explains, "Scratching, mock grooming. Sort of our version of a handshake. Next thing you know, he's got his hand in my pouch, so I decked him! I'm not into the weird stuff!" Weaver doesn't answer, but shoots the kangaroo head a look like, "Yeah, you've got it all figured out." The editor makes a grave, grave error here by not cutting to Yosh's "girl, please" look. Because I don't see it, but I know he's doing it. Plus I wonder whether O. Possum will prove to be into the weird stuff? Because if you have a Furry on the gurney in the first act, he'd better get off in the third.
Courtroom. Sally's on the stand. She's laying it on with a trowel, telling Marty, "It makes me sick. I never felt like myself. I told the doctors that, and they never really listened to me -- they just keep giving me more pills." In the gallery, Lisa's sitting directly behind the State's Attorney, and directly in front of Luka, who's leaning forward close enough that his head and Lisa's are almost touching. Both look tense and skeptical. Marty asks how Sally feels now, and she tells him, "Better." "So you're no longer depressed," Marty surmises.