Carter and Abby loll about in post-coital bliss. Or...you know, post-coital lolling, anyway. He asks her if it's really okay for him to go to Belize, and she says it is, and then he asks her what she's thinking. My, this certainly is some lively conversation. Never have two people so clearly demonstrated that nudity is no antidote to boredom. He asks if she's thinking about work. No. Her mom? No. What is she thinking about? Well, an overlong buildup leads to the revelation that she is thinking about the song "Afternoon Delight." Because the only '70s song that anyone in television or movies knows to use as a punch line anymore is "Afternoon Delight." It was substantially funnier both in Good Will Hunting and on Sports Night, so it might be a good idea to find another song the next time someone really needs one. This scene is supposed to be...I don't know, sexy? Affectionate generally? Whatever. They look awkward and goofy, and not the least bit couple-ish. She has just always seemed so obviously not into him that I just can't buy them together. Apart, I've never found either of them any more annoying than the rest of the cast, but together? Meh. They unplug the phone, the better to continue all the unsatisfying sex without interruptions.
Press conference. Alderman Mick (I think Hill Street Blues whenever I see Bruce Weitz, and I always will) announces Kerry's new position as county liaison to the blah blah blah commission on something something something. Snore. She thanks the hospital for its support. She acknowledges the great responsibility of it all. She thanks Parker Stevenson for giving her the big one. Oh, no, that's something else. Anyway, she defends herself as eminently qualified, despite her lack of experience in public policy, and then she fields a ridiculous question about balancing work and her home life. It's a question that would never actually be asked, but it gives Alderman Mick an opportunity to make a remark about Kerry being single and him being single, and ho-ho-ho, that means neither of them has any life to be interfered with. Because you know about the single people and the polyester pods they crawl into whenever they leave work. Romano seethes. And then he seethes some more. He's the big seether. He's all seethey. He's seethe-tastic.