Jackie plonks the vase down on the bench next to Coop in the chapel hall: "No." He gives her a silly grin and reminds her that she kissed him. "You reached out to somebody safe," he says, smiling all lovingly, and she tells him to never, ever do that again before she walks away. Boy is not down for the count just yet. Down the hall, Gloria tells Eddie to hold off on the exit interview because she's still looking for a satellite pharmacy, maybe in All Saints or Bellevue, and her mouth is so unaccustomed to being sincere that it sounds like glad-handing: "Hang in there with me, Eddie." She scoots and he's just more frustrated than ever, because how can you ever know for sure? "Hang in there" is the kitty-cat poster hanging above his entire life.
Garber's freaking out, but Zoey -- taking perhaps a bit of bitter pleasure in it for the moment -- reminds him she can't give him anything for another hour. She offers him water, he hates water, and she's like, "You probably hate rainbows too." Heh. She offers him something else -- "perhaps something furry that purrs and gives nothing but love" -- and he gives in, accepting the water if it has lemon. Gloria approaches and introduces herself as the ER administrator, and he says it sounds like a fun job. "Not all our jobs can be fun," she says, clearly trying to make a connection, but the relentlessness of Zoey has taken its toll. "My job is to hold people to a higher standard. Do you know what an un-fun, thankless job that is?"
Gloria assures Victor that she's familiar with the price of expecting quality, and he tells her not to just agree. "I expect good. I expect smart. And if that makes me the bad guy, well..." (It only makes you the bad guy if it's the fucking series finale of Battlestar Galactica. I have never seen bullshit like the bullshit I saw that day. Well, the illiterate Taylor Hicks freaks came close, but even they had some sense of decorum. From what I could decipher.) Gloria underlines the fact that they are "fellow bad guys" and they make a formal introduction. "If it weren't for you and Foreign Film Fridays I would've never seen The Bicycle Thief," she says, and thanks him. (I never would have seen The Bicycle Thief if it weren't for Brian Krakow, so I feel that.) He is charmed. She suggests trying Babette's Feast again, because apparently they are in the early '90s when this is a conversation film lovers might have once had, and he admits he was in a "bad place" when he screened it. He was going through a divorce, you see, which brightens her right up. Um, you should both watch Sommersby because this is about as awkward as watching Richard Gere and Jodie Foster fuck.