Listen, I want to tell you something, and I don't... Wellll, okay. I think that you think that you are a bad doctor. And I think you do all this easy-breezy bullshit to make up for it. And I think, however -- and if you tell anybody this I will deny it, and string you up and bleed you out -- I think you are... A good doctor.

Oh, how Coop smiles now, with tears in his eyes. Staring at her with an abundance of love, and not the slightest inclination toward boob-grabbing, unconscious or no. She gets nervous and yells at him that it's not a compliment, it's his job, and if he's good that makes it easier for her to do hers. So then he hugs her, full vertical contact, just embraces her with gratitude and respect and no small amount of affection. And he loves it too, as she's saying don't don't don't, because it makes her exceedingly uncomfortable, which he loves also with no small amount of affection toward her.

Mo-Mo sees this, and is shocked. Finally Coop breaks the clinch and thanks him, tears still welling, and he walks off with a spring in his step and she can't even move, stricken by the Fear, and Mo-Mo's like, The fuck was that? And she goes, "Oh, you know... Horrifying..." And then before she can breathe, Mrs. Akalitus appears out of nowhere looking totally insane, looking like Wile E. Coyote in her own way, looking like the Bride, looking like she has been electrocuted while having sex in a barn.

Percocet non! I cannot in good conscience start abusing scrips -- which has always been the plan, for when we turn forty and nobody wants to touch us anymore, and our livers have become just strips of blackened ash -- knowing that this is what it does to your hair. That is so against the Geneva Conventions, the hair. That hair is straight-up HUAC.

(It's a pun!) So then, Akalitus throws her arms around Jackie, after the poor mean lady has had like five seconds of not-hugging, and goes, "YOU ARE A GOOD LADY, LADY!" Mo-Mo is eating with a tiny little silver spoon and Jackie is about to pass out, when some alarm somewhere goes off and they run away wildly while Akalitus is still laughing uproariously, with the hair, and then all alone in the alarum-blaring hallway she stops for a second and goes, "Where's my purse?"