It's kind of like how maybe you feel weird about buying condoms or something, until you have to buy a lice kit for your kid and then suddenly condoms are not that bad, you might toss some condoms in on top to distract people from the lice kit. You know? She used to be too good for drug dealers, but now it's actually less painful in some ways.
Also: Hugs are the only thing that matters in this episode. Keep your eye out for them.
Bill: "Look. After work come by my place, I'll see if I can't scrounge something up for you, okay?"
Jackie, of course: "Your 'place'? Like your home?"
Bill: "Relax. Right up the block. It's the Deco joint with the gargoyles on top."
Jackie: "Go figure."
Is a 25-year-old male who went nuts on the High Line -- which is that pretty park on the West Side that used to be an elevated rail until 1980, which I thought but wasn't sure until I looked it up -- and is probably on angel dust at this current time.
Eleanor: "I need a tox screen. And Thor. Bring me my giant!"
They talk about maybe it's PCP, or glue, and helpfully define for us what a "sherm stick" is, which is about the dumbest thing I've ever heard of: A cigarette dipped in formaldehyde. Why would you do that? Drugs are so fucking stupid. Nobody can come up with any real answers as to what he might be going through right now, leading to this:
Zoey: "Wow. It's so hard to know what's going on inside someone."
Jackie, essentially: "That is a double-edged blade."
Eleanor: "Yes well you two can stand here and mull over his right to privacy while Thor draws blood for a tox screen. Thor?"
Zoey grabs Eleanor and asks her to lunch, because somewhere she came across a $50 giftcard to an Indian restaurant. Eleanor and Jackie have a telepathic conversation of the "I will if you will" type, and Zoey totally calls them out on it, which is funny, and they just sort of shrug and commit fully to the crazy notion of lunch with Zoey.
FITCH COOPER: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN AN ENEMA