In the admissions area, a nurse in latex gloves combs through a bag while explaining to a frightened-looking guy that he is being admitted into Rivervue Hospital's Comprehensive Psychiatric Emergency Program (CPEC -- the first acronym!) and that she needs to ask him a few questions. Name? Ronald Reagan McDonald Giuliani, says he. What brio! The cops reveal they found him in the Lincoln Tunnel -- he must have been down there trying to steal cars from drunk drivers.

Now Abe is babbling to Lyla about "going soft," "pushing in," and being "in the cooker." She justifiably asks him to speak English and tells him to get his yummalicious coffee out from under her nose, because it smells way too good, and presumably because her teetotalling husband might show up at any second to ruin everybody's fun.

Back to Mr. Giuliani, apparently upset at being dropped like a hot potato by Lloyd's of London and looking for recommendations for "a reputable liability carrier with a reliable cash flow." Something tells me he's barking up the wrong tree. The nurse continues her routine as another patient starts banging on the glass.

And back to Abe, exhibiting his now-unbearable single-mindedness and prying Lyla for post-marital sex gossip. It was better when he wasn't speaking English. She assures him that "the sex doesn't dry up," which he doesn't believe because, according a sassy bystander of the nurse persuasion, "You got issues with too much wiener thinking." Touché -- a novel idea, eloquently expressed. Giggles all around. But seriously, folks, it's down to business, as Lyla picks up a binder and puts on her authoritative voice. New patient. Came in last night. Cut himself. She tells Abe to take it and hands him the file.