"I don't know who you are," Libby says, which is also awesome. She informs him loudly and at length that being on a poster does not make him important, because it's people like Libby Sussman that make doctors like Fitch Cooper "worthwhile at all." She ends on a high note -- "I built them up like that and I can tear you down just as easily, you silly little runt" -- aaaaand there go the boobs.
He stands there with his hands on Libby Sussman's breasts and Jackie's eyes popping out of her skull and the whole time Libby's like, "Let go of my breasts!" and he's like, "I literally cannot!" And Gloria comes back with the sandwiches, onto this little tableau, and from between his boob-grabbing arms she's like, "Not one dime."
Gloria apparently never knew about the boob-grabbing -- and seems almost comically surprised that he would grab Jackie's mean old boobs, which just shows Gloria doesn't understand why he does it in the first place because to him, Jackie's are the prime grabbing boobs of all time -- but more importantly quotes Zoey's little speech at them about how they're "screwed, completely screwed" if Libby pulls her endowment. Jackie promises they can fix it, and in a rare show of compassion offers Coop what may be his last sandwich ever. Left with Jackie, Coop's like, "Maybe I should..." And Jackie just shakes her head, because nothing goes at the end of that sentence.
Gloria screams: Libby Sussman is stroking out, while they were standing out there. Coop gets nervous about starting compressions -- "I don't think I should go anywhere near her chest!" -- but soon they're all working on her, efficiently and quietly. Doesn't help though: She's dead. Everybody stares at everybody else for a while, and then Gloria -- amazingly, I mean I was actually shocked by this show for once -- goes, "The events leading up to her death were unavoidable. And it is our responsibility to carry out her dying wish: To take $1 million from the Children's Wing and give it to the ER. Right? We all heard that, right? Right?" Gee, hope that doesn't bite everybody in the ass.
"I need some time to, um, figure out if you are the love of my life, or... A pathological liar. And I don't think that seeing you is going to help." Eddie explains, in a very useful and apropos metaphor, that she's "moving the target" so often he doesn't know what he's supposed to give her: "First you're single. Then you're a single mother. Then you're married, with two kids. Half the time I'm with you I don't know what the fuck to think."