The vending machine won't accept Abby's dollar. Susan approaches the snack machine and tries to be friendly and sympathetic. "It ate my dollar," Abby complains. Susan offers her another, but Abby had a spare and is trying desperately to buy a generic-brand Cold Drink -- possibly so she can take some Tylenol with it, to soothe all her really tough aches and pains. Susan makes a stab at conversation. "So, is it hard working with Dr. Kovac?" she asks. Abby stares at her, almost agape. It is kind of inappropriate of Susan to try this tack. They're not friends yet. It's really weird. Susan apologizes immediately, but Abby says it's fine and keeps trying to stuff her dollar into the machine. "Dating at work can be nasty," Susan PSAs. Conni interrupts to tell Abby that "the girlfriend of that guy is here." Abby isn't sure what that means. "The self-circumcision..." Conni trails off. Abby groans. She hits the machine and sulks a bit, while Susan just looks amused.

Elizabeth sneaks into the morgue. Dr. Upton, the pathologist, yanks mushy, bright-red organs from Mrs. Wilson's belly and plops them onto a scale. "Your patient?" she asks. Elizabeth nods. "Bad luck you've had," clucks Dr. Upton. She exposits, at Lizzie's request, that there's no abscesses or obvious sites of infection, but promises to check thoroughly and in spots specific to the operation Elizabeth performed. Elizabeth looks at Mrs. Wilson's perfect makeup and sighs, "She was a nice woman." Dr. Upton decides to announce that she doesn't agree with the rumors flying around about how motherhood -- the breastfeeding and sleep deprivation -- has interfered with her work. "That's sexist crap," she spits. Elizabeth is startled to hear that people have been so callous. "Well, it's not a woman's world, is it?" she says sadly. Dr. Upton replies, "Not until they perfect cloning." Carmen charges inside and brats that she thought Elizabeth had gone to the bathroom. "I'll let you know what I find," Dr. Upton says sympathetically, arching an eyebrow.

Willie's girlfriend can't believe he hacked up his penis. He protests that he was only listening to her needs, but she whines that it's just such an extreme action. Benton is tired of this, wanting a final decision about whether to repair the foreskin or remove it. "Whatever's less traumatic," Whiny McFusspants insists, shooting concerned looks at Willie, who decides he'll just finish up what he started. Whiny seems very, very unnerved, grabbing Abby and demanding a private consultation. Willie is stranded, lost and alone and with a giant gash in his dick -- always a pathetic situation.