Carter finally opens the door and is triumphant: He's better than Luka at something. Sure, that something is a minor felony, but whatever. Take the wins where you can, Carter. Gallant isn't excited that he watched Carter break and enter. "Cool!" Carter calls out from the depths of the closet. "There's a bunch of fencing gear in here." What is this, the P.E. room? Carter struts like a peacock and brags that he fenced in college. Luka leaps up and announces that he can fence, too. "You really only see ten patients a day?" Susan quizzes Abby in disbelief. Meanwhile, Luka and Carter shove all the furniture to the side of the room so they have room to duel. Luka apparently learned to fence while he was acting in college, a tidbit that surprises Abby. "I warn you, I'm good," Carter smarms. Luka's all, "Whatever, child. I have an accent." Carter stiffly says, "En garde!" Abby goes, "They really say that?" Ugh.

The duel begins. Can you stand it? I'm so excited I'm going to stop the tape and go to sleep. "Nice parry," Carter nods. Abby whispers that they might be trying to impress the girls. "If they are, it's not working," snorts Susan. Luka lunges for Carter, and they swish several strokes in the air until Carter's epee spears Luka lightly in the chest. Luka scowls and fogs up my television. "Ouch!" Susan empathizes in her signature loud, gravelly bleat. "Doesn't that hurt?" Carter takes off his overshirt; Luka rolls up his sleeves and stretches his arms. Carter's white sneakers gleam in the bleak classroom like very bright beacons of lame. "They really are a couple of freaks," snickers Abby. "And to think you slept with both of them!" Susan guffaws. This sets off Abby's "As If" alarm. She laughingly denies it, to Susan's total shock.