Carter enters the clown's trauma room and ask his status; Lisa says there's been some spontaneous movement, but that he's still out. Carter takes a quick look at the clown, and then shoots Lisa an appraising look and asks what she's doing tonight. Lisa cracks that she's got an appointment with her couch. Lily announces the clown's pulse ox. Carter appears to ignore Lily, and smooves, "Well, I hate to come between you and your couch, but how does dinner and dancing at the history museum sound?" "Dancing at the museum?" Lisa repeats. Lily gives another update on the patient's condition; Carter distractedly tells her to run in some saline and tells Lisa, "It's a benefit, for an after-school program." Lisa jokes, "Ah. Charity date." Carter asks Lily how the EKG is coming, and she's like, "It's almost done. And do you think you could mack on your own time, Shaggy?" Carter tells Lisa that his grandparents are hosting the event, and that he has to go, but that he'd consider it a favour if she'd come. "Do I owe you a favour?" Lisa asks flirtatiously. "At the very least, it's a free meal," Carter tells her. The machines all start beeping like mad, and Carter sends Lisa out to the hall to call, "Dr. Weaver? This clown is crashing!" Oh, all right. Heh.

After the break, Carter asks Lisa, again, about the date, and she says she figures it's the least she can do: "No one should be alone after killing a clown." Dr. Dave, gold-bricking at the desk, starts at this and anxiously asks, "You killed the clown?" "No," Carter snaps. "Didn't save him," Lisa observes.

Scanning the board as Randi updates it, Mark snorts, "Enough flu on the board?" "'Tis the season," Dr. Dave notes. By way of breaking up the tedium of the day, Randi points to a patient who injured himself falling off a ladder. "Oh yeah? How far?" Dr. Dave asks, I guess trying to determine in advance whether it's worth his attention. Randi says the man was taking down his Christmas lights and fell off the top rung of his ladder. "That's what you get for procrastinating," Mark judges. Across the room, Redhead is still hanging around the ER like a bad smell, and is trailed by Haleh. Redhead spots Mark and chirps, "This is my doctor." Mark greets her as "Janice." "They wouldn't take my needle," Janice whines. Mark immediately instructs Haleh to take Janice's needle and give her a new one. "You serious?" Haleh says, in a classic "girl, please" tone. Janice gives Haleh a smug "told you so" look. Mark explains, "We I&D'ed the abscess on her forearm yesterday." "I got that," Haleh says. "This'll keep it from happening again," he concludes. Janice coos a thank you. Mark tells her to come back the next day for a wound check, and Janice says she'll try. Haleh grudgingly instructs Janice to follow her. Dr. Dave asks Mark, "You're, uh, not going to fill out a chart?" "Nope," Mark snaps. "No prescription?" Dr. Dave asks. "Waste of time," says Mark, ambling off. "I can get behind that," Dr. Dave smarms.