The med students corral Coop and some others to watch Pratt do a Foley catheter trick on Damian, Holder Of The Key To My Next Complete Load Of Laundry. Coop's a little dumbfounded that Pratt's doing this. Music kicks in so that we know these are hijinks. The interesting thing is, Dr. Diego did a similar procedure last season in the OR while snazzily getting a bullet out of a patient, and people disapproved and frowned but couldn't help admitting that it was kind of flashy. Pratt wasn't there to see it, but perhaps we are still meant to be drawing a parallel between the cowboy surgeon Diego and our own little ER renegade. Perhaps. This show is often so subtle, it's hard to tell, you know? Right. Pratt feeds the catheter into the right spot and says he'll blow up the balloon with saline and use it to pull the quarter back into Damian's mouth. "Couldn't he aspirate the quarter into his lungs?" Coop asks in a low voice, frowning but not complaining. Pratt breezes, "Not if I grab it first." He then pops the quarter out and lobs it at Damian's delighted and applauding parents. The mother clutches it to her chest, because her son's sticky metallic snack is precious indeed and deserves to be saved. Until the next time she needs a Diet Coke at work. To his credit, Coop looks relieved, but concerned at all the showboating, as the impressionable med students clap and worship at the altar of Pratt -- a false idol if ever there was one.

Abby passes two nurses speaking Tagalog. They ask her to cover for Melinda in triage, and Abby frustratedly agrees. "Sure, love to, triage is my personal favorite, thanks for asking," she complains to herself under hear breath. Pratt oozes up behind her and flicks on the radio at the front desk. "Wild Thing" is playing, and he grabs Randi for a dance. Interestingly, Mekhi Phifer has absolutely zero rhythm. He looks vaguely like Bill Cosby dancing stiltedly in the credits of his old show. Richard Simmons is possessed of more innate funk.

Amused but wishing the night would pass a little faster, Abby enters triage for her stint and begins treating a toothache patient. But Damian returns with his father, who explains that his son got queasy in the parking lot, and he's thinking it might be an effect of the anesthesia. Just then, Vomit Comet 3.0 does its foul deed and explodes blood all over the triage desk's plastic sneezeguard. Abby bolts to his side and lies him down, yelling for Pratt. "Page Surgery," Pratt says, turning pale. He and Abby swap nervous looks. We fade to black wondering if they're prepping Damian for Operation Nickel Slot, wherein he's converted to a machine that takes smaller denominations.