Thor, verbatim: "Just so you know, Jackie came out of there more calm on the outside/pissed on the inside than I've ever seen her, and now you in tears? Used to like O'Hara. After this, not so much."
Zoey sweetly and grownuply explains that she is currently losing her shit because Eleanor and Jackie are fighting again, and they are the only stars by which her ship is sailed. Just tears pouring down and for once you feel like she's not overdramatizing: It really is painful for her to see. Such a good woman, Zoey Barcow.
Sam: "My money's on O'Hara."
Thor: "Your money's no good here!"
Sam, who knows: "Dude, having Jackie mad at you is about the harshest feeling in the world. So I feel bad for her."
Everybody feels bad for Eleanor when you put it that way.
Coop, with stunning self-insight: "Why do you feel bad for O'Hara? She's a doctor! With awesome shoes! And a towncar! And an accent!"
Zoey: "Jackie's mad at her."
Coop, flipping a chart closed perfectly: "I feel bad for her."
Thor, of course, is on Jackie's side no matter what. So cute without the braces. And the whole time he's like stitching this lady up and the lady seems just marginally interested in what they're talking about, in that on-the-subway way you do.
Coop: "Team O'Hara. And it's not because she's a doctor. Good-looking people have to stick together."
Eleanor appears, looking jacked up inside, and they all stare as she passes without speaking. Lenny comes running in, consumed with being the cutest boy in the entire world, and brings in a little boy who is stuck in a chair. Despite Lenny's request that nobody laugh at the little boy, Cooper-Duper loses it. A doctor who didn't recognize him from Fantasy Football looks down her nose at him, to no avail.
Eleanor tosses the still hissin' and spittin' Jackie in her office, and explains in a fairly stormy but heartbroken way that she is bitching up the wrong tree. Not that she wouldn't have reasons to tattle on Jackie, but it's only Jackie's messed-up take on reality this week that keeps it from being clear that if Eleanor ever did tattle on Jackie, the entire universe would fall apart just like Zoey thinks.
Eleanor: "Sit down and shut up. If I had any interest in having you pulled off the floor I'd have done it ages ago... You nipped an MRI from a cripple. And before I could catch my breath, your husband had dragged me into a whirlwind of panic because you got sloppy. I don't talk about it because I don't like talking about it. And I know full well that if I did start talking about it you'd go so far underground that no one would hear your cry for help, if in fact one day you need it. What I expect from you, what I demand right now, is the benefit of the doubt. I've said nothing. And I've been asked."