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."
I don't know how you're supposed to even watch this show without being in love with Eleanor O'Hara, but if ever there were doubt? Not only is it a great speech, and more forthright than anybody ever is, but it's the perfect way to defuse the ticking bomb of Jackie. Eleanor's the only one that seems to understand just how fast Jackie's head thinks, and if you contrast this speech to Jackie's blurred-speedy rants (i.e., the nonsense that she spouted at Kevin in the season opener) you can see that Eleanor is more than up to the challenge. One of Jackie's tools is throwing so many words at a thing that you go numb, just like Grace's issue is having too many thoughts happening at once; Eleanor is speaking her language but also telling the truth, which makes it ten times more powerful.
Jackie goes quiet. It's a stunning moment, as the truth dawns across her face and she realizes the depth of Eleanor's love for her: That she is not half as good at fooling people as she thinks she is, that Eleanor has justified all of this as being "sloppy," that her addiction is a factory-standard part of her that Eleanor has accepted even though she hates it... It's as close to a religious moment as you're likely to get, with or without God crawling around in the ceiling. The awful, awesome sudden realization of how much and how deeply you are loved. Most of us could wait a lifetime.