Cut to Heather and Roger, sharing the passenger side of a moving vehicle. Heather looks pissed. They talk about getting their story straight and who's responsible. Heather says, "I could have slowed down. You were making that whimpering noise -- I knew what it meant." Roger says, "I should have been clearer, stronger," and Heather says, "Whatever." Whatever indeed! Then Heather asks what it was she landed on and Roger says it was a crypt. The camera pulls back to reveal that they are in a tow truck, towing the cracked-up car, but if you didn't already see that coming this must be the first TV show you've ever watched. The plinky-plonky toy piano music starts up again to remind you how hilarious this all is.
At home, Lisa is calling more hospitals. What confidence! Then, mid-sentence, she drops the phone because Heather and Roger have arrived home with a cracked-up car instead of injuries to their own persons. Lisa sets her face to "kill" and burns holes in Heather's back as she runs for cover, then slams the door in Roger's face.
In the Gilded Gym, A.G. is spacing out on the bed "listening" to Letterman. Get well soon, Dave! Dr. M. is all, wanna go for a drive and get some food? A.G. totally does. Dr. M. really needs some friends.
In the car, Dr. M. is trying to talk about the experience he had in the Church (he really felt warm? How could that be?), while A.G. is looking at all the food places. "That place has a char-broiler," he says with no apparent irony, "and there's a mini-mart! Feel like mini-martin' it?"
In the mini-mart, Dr. M. cruises over to the microwave (ding ding ding!). The camera zooms up to it, the Dr. M.'s face, then the microwave again, then the Hallelujah chorus starts up and Dr. M. smiles.