During the commercials, we see one for a new-fangled toilet brush, and discuss innovations in the field. I confess my pathetic fascination with a battery-powered toilet brush I saw at the grocery store (but did not buy). Sars's comment on the whole subject: "It's a toilet brush. You're not supposed to be able to make risotto with it." Hee!
Will walks through a hospital hallway alone, only to have Mrs. Washington hectoring him from behind: "Did you see about it?" He stops and turns: "Mrs. Washington! You shouldn't be up and around." She looks better than I feel, I'll tell you that much. She tells him, "You make sure my son gets a fair case. You look for those scars." He says he's going to take care of it, and that she should get back to bed. She thanks him and glides off down the hall. As Will walks away, the lights in the hallway above him start snapping off in succession. He finds this slightly odd, but keeps going.