Susan scans the cafeteria diners frantically, but spies no one resembling Fraulein. She curses and jogs the length of the hall toward the camera, a totally unnecessary shot of jiggling jumblies that basically exists to give the producers a big giggle about women and their boobies and the bouncing. It's awkward. Outside, Fraulein strolls casually toward the street corner; Susan spots her through the window and hammers it vigorously with her fist, but what with all the ambient -- and ambulance -- noise outside, clearly Fraulein is never going to hear her. Finally, Susan finds a door and leans out screaming, "Hold on! Stay right there!" Fraulein turns, acknowledges the good doctor and stands still as sirens wail around her.
Radio Shack desperately needs to retire Teri Hatcher and Howie Long. They could not be more annoying together, and she could not make women look any dumber.
Benton is on the scrub-room phone with Roger, who we don't see, but it's made plain that Jackie didn't return Reese in time for the birthday party. "Take it up with her," Benton growls. "I don't have time." Um, it's your son, Benton, you weed. Make time. "Nanny?" Elizabeth asks, arriving to clean up for a surgery. "No, Roger -- my new shadow," grouses Benton. Elizabeth smirks. "He should meet Carmen," she says quietly, just as the leech in question enters. Benton and Elizabeth share a suppressed chuckle. They're not exactly crackling, but they have more chemistry in two lines than she and Mark could put into two thousand. Kind of makes me annoyed that Eriq La Salle only wanted Benton to date black women and therefore demanded that Elizabeth and Peter split. They compare surgeries: Benton is fixing Willie's willie, and Elizabeth is performing a splenectomy -- on Eve, I believe, although it's not made clear. Leaning toward Pee-tah, Elizabeth apologizes for her behavior with Mrs. Wilson. "I thought I could beat the odds," she laments. Benton understands that she's stressed out, what with the baby and all. She bristles. "What's that have to do with it?" she snipes, picking nervously at her nails so as to ditch all that infectious finger lint before surgery. "Not to mention the head-trip that's going on around here," Benton continues, oblivious. "My fuse would be short, too." Urgently, Elizabeth begs him to tell her honestly whether he's noticed her being sloppy or lazy. He hasn't, and insists that if he or Reese needed an operation, he'd feel totally comfortable coming to her. Okay, here's my latest fantasy -- they drag the Elizabeth is Dangerous story into February sweeps, at which time she is forced to operate on Mark and she or her death angel kicks his bucket in gruesome style. That's going on my Christmas list.