Elizabeth sucks in a deep breath. Jerry chases her to send her up to Weaver, but Elizabeth doesn't care about the cane-wielding fruit of Satan's thorny loins: "Tell her to wait," she snaps.

Kali asks for Abby again, because she still thinks Abby is an angel and no one's been in the mood to disavow her by going over Abby's entire personal history. "I wasn't a bad girl," Kali moans. "Of course you weren't!" Abby says immediately. Kali's pressure drops as she cries, "I don't want to go there!" She's weakening. They have to intubate her. "I want to go with you, angel," Kali murmurs. As they all scream for the crash cart, we fade to black on a blurring shot of Kali's face.

When we return, Howard is bagging Kali while the others discuss her treatment. We begin a slow push toward Howard, with his voice -- "One, two, three, squeeze; one, two, three, squeeze" -- growing louder and louder. Finally, he snaps: "Will you please SHUT UP!" The roar is loud. Everyone stops and just kind of stares at him blankly. Howard resumes the chant right where he left off, as if nothing happened, while Abby gives him the kind of look that will make all OCD sufferers out there forever self-conscious about their condition. Way to go, ER.

Luka heaves a sigh and tells Sam that Tamira is struggling up in the OR. "I just called Alex. Took everything I had not to cry," she says, her voice thick. "He accused me of being on my period." Luka laughs that he must be, too, because he almost called Alex himself. That feels forced. Luka then lowers his voice and asks Sam if she's had any time to think about his offer. God, do these people ever wait to have big conversations until they're away from work? Susan butts in here and jovially tells Sam not to cohabitate because it kills the romance: "They're on their best behavior at first, and then, before you know it, they're farting in the kitchen." I hate Susan Lewis: Stereotypical Man Hater. It's annoying. We get it: men are not the same as women. Move on, please, Susan. Sam bursts out laughing to ensure that we'll get more such incisive, witty remarks from Susan in the future. I can't wait for her to reference men scratching themselves, or her no-doubt insightful diatribe on the toilet seat. Sam tells Luka that she broached the subject, but that they need to talk about it a bit more. "Just so you know, I'm not jealous, I'm not crazy, and I won't be farting in the kitchen," he beams at her before strolling away. There's a word I never needed to hear out of him, even with the sexy accent. Indeed, Luka doesn't fart. He just doesn't.