And here is the shot that I'm sure we've all been dreaming of since we were wee enough to fantasize: a loving close-up of Jerry's nipple. Pratt squeezes it. I hope someone's secretly filming this for the hospital's blackmail file. We pull out to discover that Pratt's recreating for Weaver exactly what he did and said with Brunette, except that he's completely disquieted both by having to do this on Jerry and by Jerry's interested and pleasant expression. Jerry, I should point out, shaves his pits. Malik enters the room and stops short, gaping. "WHAT?" Pratt squawks. Malik stammers that Weaver's lawyer is there to see her. "Are we done here?" frowns Pratt. Weaver orders him to prepare a lecture for the medical students on gender sensitivity in physical examinations, and sails out of the room. Pratt leaves to go speak with the just-arrived Abby, passing an incredulous and mute Malik on the way out. Malik turns back to Jerry, who yanks up the sheet to cover his chest. "Do you mind?" he blushes.
Neela carries a tray of test tubes. Poindexter asks if she's bored yet. "I find it interesting," she says. "I prefer empirical data [to ER cases]." She totally sounds like she's parroting what other people think of her. As she smiles, she turns toward Yuri and promptly knocks into his coffee with the corner of his tray. It doesn't have a lid on it, so it spills all over his dead mouse. He accuses her of ruining his experiment and setting him back six weeks. Poindexter does point out that he shouldn't have coffee in the lab -- especially a lidless one, when lids are totally prolific at coffee places -- but Yuri pouts, "I always have coffee in the lab!" So? I always have Pop Tarts for breakfast. Doesn't make it right. Neela tries not to look discouraged.
Pratt briefs Abby on Seizure Mom, and Abby muses that her fake convulsions might be a subconscious form of postpartum depression. Pratt rubs her shoulders proudly and takes her to Seizure Mom's room, only to find that she's getting ready to leave. She's quite cold. Abby introduces herself, but Seizure stiffly says, "I told you I don't need a shrink. I have to go. My husband's waiting." And with that, she leaves, ignoring Pratt's plea for her to stay so they can help her. "That was my easiest consult all day," Abby observes.