Mrs. Klingerman is interested to see exactly what it is Mona can learn. Nurse Carrie Von Trier looks intrigued as well. Dr. Stegman proceeds to step off a cliff, conversationally speaking: "Uhm. There will be…times when she will be able to perform…uh, lots of functions. Uh, um, housework, for example." Even Carrie can't believe she just heard that. Renee asks, "Did you say housework?" Dr. Stegman completely misses the question behind the question -- "Are you enough of a jerk to talk about my lobotomized daughter pushing a broom like it's a good thing?" -- but Stegman answers that anyway: "Yup, yup. The repetitive functions of, of setting a table, for example. And, uh, um, making a bed is fully within her cognitive scope." The camera swings back to Mona, who's making the sitting-still thing look like a Mensa challenge. Stegman's riding a domestic groove here with musing. "Vacuuming will always be beyond her, but --" Nurse Carrie cuts in and begins to say something, but Mrs. Klingerman rides on over her with, "My husband and I have retained the services of a law firm, Dr. Stegman. I'm told they are the best medical malpractice lawyers in the state. Perhaps when they're done with you, you can get a job vacuuming." Stegman looks taken aback at this prospect.

He fumbles, "During the concluding phase of your daughter's brain surgery, we had to remove more healthy brain tissue than we would have liked. That's because we were trying to completely remove the cyst. I was being assisted by a young fellow. I wouldn't call him incompetent. Overzealous, perhaps. A little aggressive, but these things happen in the field of neurosurgery from time to time, but the innuendos that I had --" Carrie looks like she's ten seconds away from joining Mona in her rocking on the bed. Renee cuts in, "Don't be silly! This isn't an innuendo! It's an accusation! You butchered my daughter's brain! And very soon, you'll be facing the same accusation in court. Are you getting all this, [Carrie]? I hope you are." Carrie tries to steer an outraged Dr. Stegman out of the room, but he begins blustering, "Medical malpractice lawyer. The meddy-mals, yeah? The vampires, huh?" What was he, hanging out with Edina Monsoon before he came into the room? This sounds like her incoherent brand of ranting. Stegman continues contemptuously, "Always willing to assure the grieving parents that there's no such thing as fate, only bad doctors! Well, at Boston General, I-I --" Carrie really is rocking at this point, albeit in smaller motions than Mona. Perhaps they can synch up while Renee interrupts, "At Boston General, you killed a woman with a garden-variety meningioma by continuing to operate when your own anesthesiologist told you her blood pressure had fallen dangerously low."