Eddie: "...Don't take this the wrong way, sweetheart, but you are an amazing fucking liar. A world-class genius. So just think about it."
Jackie, immediately: "I don't need to think about it. Call him and tell him you just lost your job and you're looking for work in a downtown pharmacy. I'll take it from there."

She didn't even need to think about it. There's a thread this season about how great of a liar she is, and we see more and more where Jackie keeps doing that thing House does, where she takes part of somebody else's conversation and applies it to her own life, this bricolage of just taking the basic building blocks of existence and mashing them into her life however they fit, and it's super scary, but never quite as scary as in this episode, where basically she could be having the same conversations -- employing the same borrowed lies so quickly and smoothly she might not even know she's lying -- verbatim with every character.

Zoey appears and whistles a tiny "Caw-caw!" because she's still being a superspy, and Jackie demands half her purple gloves from Oncology. There's a crazy patient lady -- the blonde woman's wife from early Friends, aka the first lesbian of all time -- who has lost her mind due to her sons' pissing all over the place like little boys do, and she's screaming about urine and has hacksawed into her own hand by accident, and the boys are traumatized and the lady is clearly traumatized and won't let any male doctors or nurses near her, and it's a gross and very realistic conversation in the middle of a less than realistic flip-out.

Coming from a large family of sons whose urination-control abilities seemed to decline every time another one of us was born, I get the frustration, believe me. There are entire rooms in the house that still require a hazmat team and/or priest if anybody's ever going to escape from them unscathed. And it's as gross to talk about in real life as it is to talk about it on TV, which is why I do not.