Gimpy's calm, whacked out on morphine. "Am I gonna lose this thing, or what?" he moans, scared. Pratt's face registers surprise, then regret at how frightened the blowhard really was, and promises, "No." Gimpy yawns that he can't get along without it because he works for a living. Pratt sets his jaw. "I know I've said it before, but we're gonna get you in the OR real soon," he vows. "That's what I hear," cracks Gimpy with a sad smile. Resolute, Pratt stands up and trucks past Weaver, ordering her to have Coop cover for him while he does something important. It's "A Hero Does Something He Should Have Done Eight Hours Ago."

A bunch of surgeons laugh the night away while operating on some hacked-up slab of meat or other. Naturally, they're talking about golf, because that's how surgeons are portrayed on this show -- lazy, arrogant men who like to whack small white balls. Pratt busts up their little party, scrubbed up, and grabs some gloves. "I'm here to hold your retractors," he says pleasantly. "I've been calling you for hours on an open tibia fracture. Now that I'm here to help, you can free someone up for the consult." The surgeons stare at him, dumbfounded.

Neela scoops up Frizzy and carries her out of the room. Interestingly, she manages to open the door, push it wide, and slide through it without smacking any of Frizzy's limbs or her own against anything. I'm sort of amazed at how smooth that was. Maybe that was take seventy-two, and Frizzy was covered in really nasty bruises.

Abby strolls through a nice neighborhood and rings the bell at a lovely town house. A baby immediately starts bawling inside. As she scratches her face uncomfortably, Abby clearly has second thoughts and turns to leave -- and just then, a willowy blonde opens the door. "Can I help you?" she grouses. Abby turns and greets her uncomfortably, asking for Richard. "Honey, your ex-wife is here," says the wife, a trifle put-out and shooting Abby a hard expression. Abby sees the baby, sees the pretty wife, and sees the glam chandelier in the background, all so that we can see the lifestyle comparisons in aid of our Getting It. Richard comes down the hall, rudely kicks a toy out from his path so that we know that he's an ass, and appears at the door. "What do you want?" he demands. "I need a favor," she begins. He lectures her for showing up at 8 in the morning, although I'm not sure why, because he and his wife are both awake and up and functioning. Abby blurts, "I need you to co-sign a loan." Richard's pissed and scornfully tells her to give up and declare bankruptcy. I can't really understand where all this asshattery is coming from, because the last time they spoke, it wasn't this vitriolic at all. Abby loudly defends that she's not in trouble, but that she does need his signature. Richard thinks she wants his money, but Abby frustratedly fires back that she never asked him for anything (except for med-school tuition, which she evidently didn't get) and didn't contest any of the divorce agreement. "Look, you must know how much I hate doing this," she says, desperately. "I wouldn't do it...I don't want your money! I just want your signature." I feel kind of sorry for her, although I'm not really sure why she's suddenly broke. She has a nice apartment. And Richard is a total shithead. Hot, but mean.