Stegman gets drawn into the argument, shouting, "That is a damn lie! I was doing a thorough job!" Renee begs to differ: "That is why you're here, Doctor. At the only hospital -- God knows why -- that still believed in you!" Madam, you have either the forces of darkness or an anteater to thank for that hiring move. Renee goes on to accuse Stegman of cutting into the wrong side of Mona's brain since he can't tell his left from his right. That's not really an insult so much as it is a Far Side cartoon. Come on -- tell me you can't see it too, with the caption like, "Dang! I can never remember if it's left-loosey, righty-tighty." The whole thing degenerates into Renee and Stegman shouting, and she finishes with, "Your next job…" and, to quote the closed-captioning, "[makes vacuuming noise.]" She spits, "If you would excuse me, I would like to continue feeding my future housekeeper." Mona rocks back and forth, clearly not under the impression that setting the table is a Good Thing. Stegman, unable to let it lie and get out before a multimillion-dollar settlement joins his foot in his mouth, is all, "Here we have a patient's mother. An expert, no doubt, at writing invitations to charity events at country clubs, accusing the author of over seventeen scholarly articles in the field of neurosurgery of malpractice! Madam, I have opened a few skulls in my time! I cracked my share of nuts! And I've saved more than my share of lives! And even in this godforsaken patch of nowhere, there's such a thing as defamation of character! So you sue! Sure, you go ahead! You be my guest! And I will countersue you the next day, the next hour! And when my lawyers are finished with you, madam…" Well, in the words of the closed-captioning, "[Makes furious vacuum noises.]" Nothing I can write will top that.