Jackie offers the girls fruit rollups and pretzels, and mentions that the pretzels are intended for Fiona's carsickness, the existence of which she disavows. Jackie's like, "Well, sometimes you get carsick," and Fiona swears she will not, because today is special. Grace is still trying to figure out why. Jackie tells them that they're having an adventure, and they're off to see "what the day brings," and Grace responds by telling her that fruit rollups are not heavy on the fruit content. "As a matter of fact, yes, I did know that. I was trying to poison you."
Grace complains that it's not funny, although the idea of anybody poisoning Grace makes me laugh, and then Kevin makes some kind of fmurr fmurr fmee noise with his face, and Jackie leans back and does that thing she does where she implies the apology or explanation, then pulls back without having explained or apologized, forcing you to fill in the blanks without giving anything of herself: "Oh my God, I needed this. I'm sorry, honey, it took me so... Whatever. We're here, and we are doing it." Therefore, we are all going to pretend that this is the only thing that matters, like the whole world doesn't exist and it's just them, in the car, and the countryside, and her dental floss thing of drugs. Which has now vanished.
"Are you a doctor?" Are you a patient? Snappy answer, but earns a reply that he's trying. The heroin guy asks her why "the flaming Norwegian" won't give him any methadone, and they send him once again to Admitting. Gloria shakes her head: "I have that much tolerance for drug addicts," she says, and Eleanor is noncommittal. Then the guy Jackie mugged walks up, looking posh except for his insane Austin Powers teeth, and asks for Jackie. Eleanor throws up her hands and stalks off, because looking for Jackie Peyton is suddenly her entire life. Just like everybody else.
Gloria takes the guy and his bouquet in, and after checking out her badge, he says he wants to donate money to the hospital for the nurse that saved his life, so she immediately clamps onto him and steers him off down the hall. I wonder what his deal is. He is well-dressed, but anybody can dress up like a good citizen. I hope Gloria doesn't date him, their kids would look like Watership Down.
Zoey calls for a "Karen O'Garrity," but it's a guy, Kieran. Zoey notes they're Irish and tries to talk Irish and the wife is like, "We're Irish, we're not pirates." She welcomes them to America, and takes them back to a trauma room. He's got this rash on his leg, they just flew back from Dublin, Coop shows up and tells them to slap some cortisone on it, and bounces. "Probably just an allergic reaction. Check it out," he says, pointing to his red eyes: "I'm allergic to cats. This morning, a cat stuck its rear end in my face!" They don't care, nobody cares, it's Coop.