Luka chases down Dr. Kerry "Rhymes With" Weaver. Basically, he wants her to stick up for Neecole, claiming she's having a tough time and just made a simple mistake. That Palm Pilot? Looked exactly like a Snickers. "Is that your objective opinion?" Weaver asks dryly. Luka promises it won't happen again, but Weaver is resolute. The hospital has a no-tolerance policy against stealing. As well it should, because there's lots of good stuff to gank. Luka begs for a personal favor. "I can't," Weaver insists. "Or you won't?" he presses. "Please, I got her the job." Weaver gazes disdainfully at him, and correctly notes that he should've screened Neecole first. All this would be more interesting if we'd actually seen Neecole hoodwinking Luka; as it stands, though, he's just incredibly brainless and pathetic. Mild cheddar is sharper.

To change the subject, Weaver barks at Carter to get rid of the patient in Exam Four. Susan, Carter's new shadow, exposits that the patient might need rectal surgery. "You're on this, too, Susan?" Weaver asks, confused. Susan mutters that Carter just wanted a second opinion, and Weaver isn't amused, because they're low on doctors. "Call surgery. One doctor per patient," she scolds, leaving. Susan and Carter, now faced with the very real challenge of walking in different directions, exchange frustrated glances and prepare for the inevitable sound of conjoined-hip flesh ripping apart. "Have fun suturing," he sighs. "Have fun with your rectum," Susan responds.