High school. Amy and her friends are gushing about the schools they each got into. One of them tells Amy that getting into Princeton is sooooo cool, like, except for the New Jersey part, where there's a looooot of Mafia, so Amy should TOOOOTALLY bring mace with her. Shut up, stupid. Amy spies Ephram leaning against his locker, and sadly walks over. She asks him how he is, and he says he's just counting the days until school's over. There's an awkward pause, and Amy says she's going to go. Ephram stops her and says he owes her an apology. Amy perks up immediately. "Really?" Ephram tells her he understands why she did what she did, and says he doesn't even know what he would have done had he been in her situation. He says he's sorry if he made her feel bad. Amy says it's okay; he had a right to be angry at the world, and she understands. Ephram asks her if she maybe wants to hang out, you know, whenever. Amy's like, "I mean, yeah. I mean, whatever. Whenever." Hee. Ephram says he'll give her a call. They both say they should go their respective ways, and leave with cute little respective smiles.
Patch and Rose are getting ready for bed. Rose tells her husband that she just doesn't feel any better, and she's starting to think it's not all stress-related. Patch asks her what her diagnosis is. Rose says she's always tired, no matter how much sleep she gets; her back aches, along with everything else from her breasts to her ankles; and she's been feeling queasy. Patch tells her to come to his office tomorrow for a full work-up, and says some antibiotics might be in order. Rose says she doesn't think that will be necessary. Patch: "Oh, really? And when, exactly, did you obtain your medical license?" Rose tells him that the last time she felt like this was eighteen years, nine months ago. Patch is like, "What? OHHHH. Seriously?" Rose says yes, she thinks she might be...pregnant. Patch gives himself a total pat on the back, unable to hide how proud he is of his super-virility.