Back at the Spanish restaurant, Michael has apparently gotten the mariachi band to come over and play happy birthday for Whatshername, and she gets a little cupcake or something with a candle on it. I guess it's very nice of him. What would be even nicer would be if he could make an effort not to look so damn uncomfortable. Commercials.

Speaking of uncomfortable, here's "Dr." Dean walking Kate to her front door, and I really hope he hasn't been ranting about doctors this whole time, as here he's railing about how most sports-related surgeries aren't even necessary, but doctors aren't in the habit of referring patients to chiropractors, what with them being the competition and all. Kate calls the whole thing "interesting," and if she's lying, I can't tell. She says she'd invite "Dr." Dean in, but she needs to prep for a deposition and she also has a headache coming on. "Dr." Dean's all, well, I'd be no help with the deposition, but how about I use my chiropractic "training" as an excuse to put my hands all over you even though this is just a first date? He rubs her neck, causing Kate to go all Herbal Essences again. He suggests that if she lies down, he could apply a lot more "pressure." She calls it "tempting," but suggests another time. So he tells her to take a hot shower before bed, "doctor's orders," and she promises she will. He leans in and plants a sloppy kiss on her, and when they finally come up for air, she says she might need a cold shower. He laughs and says good night, and she watches him walk away with a half-happy, half-confused look on her face.