We open at Bright's place of employment, where he is busy cheering himself on as he refills the salt shakers. A little brunette waitress sees this and comments that he's "shakin' it with the shakers." Ugh. Bright tells the girl to stop "gettin' sweet" with him, because he knows she's out for blood; waitress girl is apparently beating him in tips. Waitress says it doesn't count, because some guy left her a twenty on a coffee and pound cake. Bright says it's not fair that Waitress can just flash her dimples and get big tips, but it must get pretty old to be constantly hit on. Waitress denies that she gets hit on, except for right now with some cutie named Bright. Waitress suggests that they hang out during their breaks sometime. Bright asks her when her next break is. Waitress says that, actually, she's on break right now.

Cut to "Mikey" standing outside the stockroom door. Unable to keep himself from investigating the giggling and smacking noises coming from inside, Mikey swings the door open to find Bright and Waitress undressed to the waist. Bright's all, "Uh, hey, Mikey. Just...uh...looking for napkins. There they are!" Hee. Mikey is not pleased, Bright makes his sheepish face, and we go to the credits.

When we come back, Treat is checking Amanda's husband for signs of life. Amanda tells Treat about the doctor they're seeing for the music therapy. She complains that "Dr. Bell" plays disco, and if she has to get on the Love Train one more time, she'll kill herself. Treat says he could try to find another therapist; Amanda says, actually, Dr. Bell has been great, and she could swear that John moved his eyes the other day. Treat detects the incredible sarcasm in Amanda's voice, and says that none of this will work unless she's completely honest with him. Amanda says it's not like she expected John to get up and do Fiddler on the Roof -- she just wishes there were more they could do. Treat says maybe there is, and mentions talking to a friend about new advances in alternative medicine. Amanda says she's been down that road, and unfortunately, John's chi is still blocked. Heh. Treat says that "Linda" (ooh! Rinda!) agreed that a more focused kind of music therapy works very well with the new treatment, which is a class of drugs called "acetylcholinesterase inhibitors." Not that you need to know that; I totally just wanted to see if I could spell that word by myself. Victory! Treat says the drugs work on the enzymes that destroy nerve transmissions in patients with cerebral infarcts. Amanda says she likes that word, but would love it if Treat could pretend she's not a neurosurgeon. Treat tells her that John's brain is like a library, and while the books are still there, the card catalog is broken. Amanda says she loves it when Treat breaks it all down for her with cute little stories. Treat asks her if she'd like to hear the one he has for incontinence. Hee. Amanda asks what she has to do. Treat says she should pick a song with great significance to both of them; they'll put John on the drug, play the song in an appropriate setting, and see what happens. Amanda agrees to the plan, and tells Treat that they did dance to Spandau Ballet at their wedding. Treat: "Yeah, that says a lot about you."