Oooh, an attack of conscience on an already very, very, VERY good man! Goldman takes a look down a hallways and espies a patient much sicker than stupid old almost-healthy Jean. A sassy woman needs help into her wheelchair, and once she's seated and resting comfortably, she volleys, "You don't look like you have breast cancer." PornDaddy tells her that they're there because they're thinking of donating money. She asks if they can afford it and, upon hearing the affirmative, speeches, "Then why hesitate? Good begets good. It's as simple as that." Thank you, Oracle! PornDaddy returns outside and tells them he's made his final decision on the donation. Eighty million dollars. Tin roof rusted. But lo! Just at this moment, a "Dr. Rose," who runs the program, approaches in hospital scrubs. Upon hearing their names, she spits, "If you're trying to buy respectability, you picked the wrong institution. My patients aren't for sale, Mrs. Goldman, and neither am I." And, she's gone. Mr. Administrator Guy is really upset, and PornMommy says they'll take their business elsewhere. You know what goes really well with beer? Another beer.

Roam, Mama Roam, and Sydney from Melrose stand behind the commercial set from Roam's living room and strategize how to bring Mayor Ron Silver on board. Mama Roam lets loose with the plot point that there's a "Latino Law Enforcement Conference" this Friday night, and that Mayor Ron Silver has to shore up his support with Latin voters. So they decide to offer him a keynote address, in exchange for an endorsement for Roam. And then they say it. And then they say it again. I can't believe how much Chinese food I just ate. ["Hey, Djb: let's go crash that party down in Normaltown tonight!" -- Wing Chun]

Well, here's a subplot that will never, ever, ever go anywhere, ever. So, who do you think Darlene was? A spy for Quordon? An underage mole from Roam? A forum troll? I think she's Kate Pierson. We join her in progress, walking onto the set of a big dirty porno taking place in a hospital. No one's got the cancer. But most people have got the breasts.

Dinner by pitch blackness at Roam House. Papa Roam is explaining to his impressionable son why this election will be so much more difficult to win than the last one (my guess: he wins!), but is interrupted by a caller telling Mrs. Roam that Mayor Ron Silver has accepted the keynote address at the Latin thingy party thingy. Now all they need, Mama Roam says, is someone to introduce Roam's speech. Adam volunteers, because six minutes ago he didn't want to be in the campaign commercial and in six more minutes he won't be on TV anymore. This is nothing more than purgatory on the way to somewhere else.