Elsewhere, "Dr." Dean and Kate are reclining on, like, chaises longues by the pool in their full evening dress, and since "Dr." Dean knows exactly why she likes him, he of course asks her how her neck is, so she can rave about what a "miracle-worker" he is, and he just shrugs it off with a "you studied the law, I studied the body." She says she couldn't do what he does. Sure you could! It's just a weekend course down at the community college! He holds out his hand and gets her to start pressing his palm with her thumb, and he starts lecturing her on how she's releasing endorphins, which are nature's own stress and pain relievers. See? Nothing to it! But then a woman and a waiter bump into each other, so the "Dr." springs into action, because apparently this woman injured herself really badly, as if. He holds her leg and asks her to try to extend it, but is interrupted by a man telling him not to do that. "It's okay, I'm a chiropractor," says "Dr." Dean, which I have to admit was pretty hilarious, even before the other guy trumps it with "I'm an orthopedic surgeon" and tells him that without an X-ray of the leg, the last thing you want to do is apply pressure. Tail between his legs, "Dr." Dean starts whining about how everything is fine now that the orthopedic surgeon is here. "These guys think they're God's gift, just because they happened to get into medical school. Well, excuse me for blowing my MCATs, and missing the opportunity to spend eight years learning how to be a pompous-ass EGOMANIAC." Kate looks less than enthralled by his little tirade.