Back outside, Dr. Smith and John are staring silently at one another. Bill heads over to talk to Freddy some more. There's some spitting and hissing since, as retired cop and drug dealer, these two are antagonists. John tells Dr. Smith, "Bill's not Freddy's first 'Bill.'" He pivots around, the better to observe the verbal ping-pong match. A few back-and-forths later, John tells Dr. Smith, "Freddy's not Bill's first 'Freddy.'" John then pivots ninety degrees. After a moment, Dr. Smith does too. They watch Kai and Butchie exit Butchie's place. In a warm and reassuring voice, John says, "You're in the right place, Doc." Dr. Smith looks at him and replies, with sardonic amusement, "So you say." John adds, "Tomorrow is another day." Well, fiddle-dee-dee.
Butchie and Kai come over. After Dr. Smith assures them that John's all right, Kai belligerently says, "Well, his clothes are sure fucked up." John channels the accents of his tormenters and echoes their earlier line: "That's how we do it in the I.B." Bill drives off, and as he does, John messes with his head a little more by pointing at his own eyes and saying, "I got my eye on you, Bill." Oh, Zippy is going to have his little ears talked off tonight. "We got all three rings working now," comments Ramon laconically.
But wait -- here's the headliner. Cass rolls up to general ogling (everyone with an XY chromosome) and suspicion (Kai, who remarks, "That chick works for Linc"). As John heads over to her, he turns and tells the assembled multitudes, "Cass needs a place to work." He gets into the Porsche. Butchie speaks for the assembled multitudes: "What the fuck?," while Kai wonders if Cass's already tired of Mitch and moving on to less odious pastures. Butchie is weirdly impressed with John's ability to summon beautiful women to fetch him at will.
Dr. Smith says his goodbyes; across the parking lot, Ramon wonders if there might be a position for house physician. His co-workers look at him. I can't figure out if it's a look like "You're a loon" or a look like "Say...that's a brilliant idea, Donald O'Connor!"
Upon hearing John say, "Vroom-vroom," Cass decides it's time to go, and turns over the car. Dr. Smith promises to stop by and see Palaka and Freddy the next day; they give him some lip. John tells Cass, "Butchie wants to bring down the hammer." Kai swivels to look at her lust object, and Butchie has a look like, "I'll be damned -- he can read minds." Kai asks, "Do you mind, John?" John, who has pressed his bloody hand against Cass's face, brightly says, "I do mind!" Butchie decides that means John doesn't mind. John throws Butchie a shaka and impishly says, "Get rid of the unsightly bulge." Now it's Kai's turn to smirk. Cass drives them off as Butchie gloats, "The Yost Surfing School: in twenty-four hours, I will have you in the water or in some pussy!" That...is a pitch that will be remarkably effective at helping select a specific customer demographic.