Dr. John "O Gamma's Boy, The Pipes, The Pipes, Are Calling You" Carter trots through the ER. "What's Kerry doing here?" he asks Abby "He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother" Lockhart. "Romano damage control," she shrugs. Then she spies a fat envelope in Carter's hand, and noses around about it. "It's from the Alliance de Medicine Internationale," he Frenches awkwardly. "I thought you said you weren't going," Abby bristles. Carter claims he isn't, but that because his shots are good for a year, they're sending him materials in the hope that he'll change his mind. "You didn't sign anything, did you?" she gripes. "Nooooo," Carter exhales. "It's a volunteer organization. They can't draft you." He points out that Luka's going to the Congo. "I know; he doesn't listen to me either," says the Oracle of Just Because My Life Sucks Doesn't Mean I Don't Know How To Run Yours. Carter abruptly switches the subject back to Weaver, asking if her presence means that Romano will disappear. "They moved his office out of Exam One, but that could just be because the urine smell was burning his eyes," she observes. Carter figures Weaver is simply trying to keep the ER staff from going insane, or having Romano fitted with a cement sling. "We tried that," she says. "They just keep putting him back together." Oh, I get it! He's Humpty Dumpty now! Because he's bald! And he had a great fall! Okay, wait, maybe that was a little funny.
As if on cue (except that, of course, he is), Dr. Robert "Rocket? I Barely Even Know It" Romano swoops in with a passel of the dorkiest med-student minions this show has ever assembled. Apparently, if you're a doctor, you're suave. If you're still just learning, you're Milhouse. Romano introduces the peanut gallery to Carter and exposits that he's their new leader. Carter appears both surprised to see them and shocked that, as Chief Resident, he's expected to do what all the other Chief Residents do -- which is, manage the med students. Even Carter seems to have forgotten that he's not really the second coming of Mark Greene: Inconsequential, But Titled. With the grace of a corpse doing pirouettes, Romano reminds Carter of his duties and of the fact that it's a teaching hospital they run. The peanut gallery waves goofily. "Don't worry, he's a lot smarter than he looks," Romano oozes. "Dr. Carter has been with us for, what, four year?" Carter coughs, "Nine." Romano smiles. "Ah, well, hopefully you'll all be quicker studies." The happy smiles of the peanut gallery indicate that they, too, hope they will learn to sack up faster than Carter has.