Mo-Mo shivers outside with Jackie, smoking and sipping: "My stalker bought me coffee. Should have said no, but he got to stare at my ass as I walked away so it's a win for both of us." Jackie loves Thor aloud for a moment before asking after the odious Randy. Mo-Mo squeals that things are awesome with Randy, they got a flatscreen and Randy let him watch the Jets even though skating was on. (Perhaps Randy can star in my novel, he sounds like a handful. Never trust a man with a cat for a pet, it's like the girls with the big purses.) Mo-Mo, who doesn't know about Eddie and apparently doesn't know about Kevin either, starts talking about setting her up, seriously, and she gives him an amazing deadpan: "Seriously, do not."

Mo-Mo changes the subject to the improbable but imaginative choice between George Clooney's cock and his cup of Thor blend: he'd go coffee. (I prefer not to think about George Clooney's penis. When I try to imagine it, it's like the tux fly comes open and there's just this bright shining light, and like a CNN crawl or a stock ticker. It's like the end of The Matrix movies in there.) "Clooney's got a house on Lake Como," Jackie points out, and the cup of coffee screams, "I have a timeshare in the Catskills!"

"YOU ARE A HEALTHCARE PROFESSIONAL!" Akalitus screeches, having appeared out of thin air for the third time already. "STOP SMOKING!" Jackie points across the way to the clutch of doctor-smokers, which deliciously includes the head of Pulmonary herself. "Keep movin', Gloria," she says, and all the doctors laugh, and Gloria stomps off to yell at somebody about something.

The Bloc-heads continue to be assholy, and Jackie tries to explain how strokes work, and that he's still in there, but you have to chill and not yell. Which is tough, because that's all they do because they are a stereotype, but also because Mom Cliché gets all up her ass about thank God the stupid nurse knows her husband better than she does, et cetera, and this goes on a while, and then Jackie tells them once again to cool it or get the fuck out, with Zoey nodding behind her. "This is a hospital," she says, and Zoey coughs: "We're here to save lives." So of course who arrives looking for a nosh but Dr. Eleanor O'Hara, with some poor chump's blood artfully spattered across her coat like a beautiful sexy movie with a jarring ending, and so Jackie stares at her, because way to undermine.