Abby bumps into Elizabeth at the desk. "So?" she asks, a tinge of mischief in her tone. Elizabeth misunderstands and thinks Abby is asking about work. What Elizabeth doesn't know is that work is for gossiping about one's personal life. "Last night, the surgeon..." Abby trails off. "Oh, it was, er...splendid," Elizabeth winks. Too bad we didn't see it, but Dr. Lawson's a bit busy right now threatening the president on 24, and can't be disturbed. Abby hopes that "splendid" is English code for "hot and sweaty." "I don't kiss and tell," Elizabeth says. Jerry calls Abby away, so she grins that she's fully expecting some dirt later. I love that Elizabeth is turning into this total sexpot. She had a totally miserable marriage -- I think she's entitled to a little sexual gymnastics.

Sam flounces through the hall with Luka and whines that the hospital gift shop sucks -- all she found for Alex was a novelized version of The Matrix Reloaded. Tell me she didn't seriously browse the hospital gift shop for her son's birthday. She should talk to Pratt -- he at least knows a street vendor who can add a touch of class to the proceedings. Luka giddily presents her with a price list for Mr. Hyde's Tavern. "It's a haunted mansion restaurant," Luka says. "'Strawberry bloodshake'?" Sam reads. "'Tarantula fries'?" She's totally dubious. Luka's all, "That's cool, right?" And it would be, for Alex, if they really were bloodshakes and fries made of spiders. Sam laughs and gently says she's looking for something Alex will really remember. Luka cracks, "What, a bloodshake's not special?" Not until you've made one yourself. I give Alex three weeks.

Sam and Luka end their pedeconference at the bed of Frederika Torres, a schoolgirl who claims she hurt her ankle in tennis practice. Her coach, Sister Margaret, put on a makeshift cast. They ask her questions, and Frederika fudges her answers until Sam notices that her bruised toe indicates that she kicked something. "Okay," she levels. "There's this really creepy guy who keeps flashing us during practice from outside the fence, opening his coat, and he's naked underneath...It's really gross." Luka coughs, "I bet." Evidently they got sick of it, and the cops didn't catch him when they we called, so this time the entire class charged him. "I'm pretty sure we kicked his ass," she says. Sam looks amused.