Doug's tight-assed girlfriend Linda struts up to Jerry at the desk, carrying an outfit on a hanger covered in a dry cleaner's bag. She asks Jerry whether he's having trouble, and he tells her he lost Radiology. "That's bad," she surmises, and asks whether he has a file recovery disk. From the other side of the desk, Wendy pointedly replies, "NO." Linda offers to "have a go at it," and Jerry takes the costume from her. Linda quickly diagnoses that everything looks intact, but for a few bad clusters. Just then, Mark appears, pushing Mrs. Riblet in a wheelchair. He wrestles the baggie of joints out of her hand and gives it to Jerry, asking him to keep an eye on her "valuables" while she gets a CT. Before Mark wheels her off, Mrs. Riblet generously squeaks, "Help yourself, honey!" Jerry looks nonplussed. Doug shows up and pleasantly asks Linda what she's doing there. By way of answer, she asks, "Mozart ring a bell?" Evidently it doesn't, because she adds, "Fantasy of the Opera? The Magic Flute? You said you'd go!" Doug deploys the patented Clooney "look down, smirk, and speak," asking, "That's tonight?" Linda says the tickets cost her company $300, and hands him the costume -- an incredibly gay-looking pink 18th-century affair, complete with a white wig dangling from the hook. He tells her he'll wear a tux, but she tells him he can't, and then orders him to pick her up at 7 PM, pecks him on the cheek, tells him she's going as Carmen, and takes off. Doug remains, staring quizzically at the costume. Jerry takes one of the joints out of the baggie and hands it to Doug, commenting, "I think you're going to need this."

Jeanie looks at an x-ray and makes a note. Benton bitterly enters, slams down a file, and accusatorily jargons a bunch of stuff, too quickly for me to get it down with anything resembling accuracy. The gist seems to be that the patient in question has been admitted a bunch of times for (apparently) a mystery ailment manifesting the same symptoms. He wants Jeanie to order all the patient's charts and write a summary of all her discharge notes, because he's petty. Jeanie gives a "damn, he's petty" look to the light box as Benton stomps out.

Desk. Carol's squinting at the screen and moving the mouse around. Mark rolls up and asks (rather pointlessly, but...it is Mark) whether the computer's fixed. Carol tells him Linda did it, and then comments that he smells "like dope." He says he was with a patient, and asks whether the computer is "hooked up to Mt. Sinai." Carol says it is, and that she's "beating the crap out of them." Wah wah. She's playing Doom II! He watches over her shoulder for a minute, and comments that he's done "thoracotomies that were less bloody." He takes off as Jerry enters, and grins that Mark just doesn't understand the "educational value" of the game. Carol ignores him, growling at the screen, "Die, bastard, die! Come on!" The bastard dies.