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Previously on Masters of Sex. I insinuated my way in with you easily

enough. You're forgetting I picked you for this job.

If that's what you need to tell yourself.

Here he is, this brilliant doctor stuck with a barren wife.

There's no way the great Bill Masters is going to admit he's shooting blanks. My

wife is coming in next week. I've decided she'll join my cervical cap

trial. I've just returned from Provost Scully's office. He shut down my study

as of this morning. You jeopardized the study. As a result, you're fired. I

expect you to sit at your desk until your replacement is hired. The doc here

will demonstrate all of his tricks.

People are clueless about sex, and you ladies, you're the experts.

What is she doing here?

Saving your bacon?

Why would you want to reverse your tubal ligation?

I don't know. Genius to have kids?

But why on God's earth would you want to have kids? You're a lesbian and a

prostitute. A little respect.

Can we speak honestly about what's really going on here? You need me in the

study. So, am I rehired, yes or no?

You have a job tomorrow.

Beyond that, I really can't tell the future.

Silver Lodges, Floridonis, Eastern Cockatiel.

And the frisky one is Romeo, the buck.

See the way he swats her with his paws?

A courtship ritual.

As the doe is amenable, she offers herself by lifting up her tail like so.

The buck mounting up behind.

See, he grips her by the neck with his teeth so she can't escape.

I spent two months trying to coax the female into ovulation with no success.

Turns out the female has no estrous cycle. She spontaneously ovulates when

mounted by the male.

I'll never look at Margaret's furs the same way again.

Is he dead?

Sleeping it off. The male passes out at the moment of climax.

The buck stops here.

Gestation lasts a month.

She can birth four to six kits and be ready for another affair to occur within

72 hours.

That's very edifying.

And simple, really. Well, for rabbits.

It's more complex when you move up the evolutionary chain.

If you're thinking of mating rhesus monkeys down here, you better clear it

with Dean Gladstone. You know, humans have taken the basic impulse for sex.

and turned it into some unrecognizable ordeal.

Romance, chivalry, codes of etiquette.

Which necktie should I be wearing?

Should I say goodnight at the curb or walk into the door?

What if we could just cut through the maze to the essentials? What if we could

understand the basic physiology underneath all that nonsense?

Are things not going well with Caroline?

Caroline went back to Tennessee.

I haven't spoken to her in a month.

I want to study humans. It's human sexuality.

It's never been done. For good reason. When they asked George Mallory, why did

he climb Everest, remember what he said? Mount Everest doesn't ejaculate best.

The real truth, Barton, is... I don't know anything about sex.

And you don't either.

But wouldn't you like to know? I mean, wouldn't everyone like to know some

answers? Wouldn't we all be so much better off if we could shine a light

into the darkness?

The wedding is in May.

It's at St. Albans. Deep breath.

I'm thinking I should lose six pounds.

Don't you think I'd look better in my dress if I lost six pounds? I don't.

You're the picture of good health.

Should we discuss why you're really here?

Have you become sexually active? Oh, God, no.

It's just, if we were to consummate the marriage...

I hope you will.

I have three semesters left at Maryville, and...

Well, with Willard's salary at the bank... The ancient Inuits had a

system for family planning.

They used to toss unwanted children into the Arctic Sea.

Modern birth control is nothing to be ashamed of. Do you know how to apply a

condom? Oh, um, it's... Oh, well, I'm

not sure.

There are other options.

Creams, jellies.

Like marmalade?

The diaphragm is a rubber cap that blocks the passage

to the uterus. It's safe, effective, and perfectly discreet.

All right, I will take the small one.

The device is sized to fit your cervix. And my cervix is where?

Bill,

schedule for tonight.

We have a full dance card.

Our 9 o'clock backed out. She had a previous date with a customer.

I convinced one of the other girls at the brothel to fill it. Are you finished

with the intake forms?

Place them on my desk as soon as they're done. And I'll need you to run down to

the laundry and pick up a lab coat for a Dr. DePaul. Before lunch.

Preferably.

Ah, Mr. Mellow.

Shouldn't you be answering phones?

You've been dodging me all week. It might surprise you to know I have

patience. And we had a deal, remember? You wanted girls for your little science

project. I gave you a harem. Now it's your turn to pony up. I gave you the job

you wanted. I want that operation.

I want my tubes untied. I'm getting married, and my fiancé wants lots of

kids. Your fiancé, the peanut king. Pretzels. A man who suddenly decided a

lesbian prostitute is the answer to all his prayers. If this figment of your

imagination actually marries you...

I'll buy you all the Wedgwood China on your registry.

You're a smug bastard. I simply refuse to be drawn into your peculiar fantasy

life. Coming from you, the one with fantasies of hookers being plugged into

wires. A respectable doctor watching naked prostitutes pump an electric

dildo. I have a very full schedule.

I'll see what I can do.

Just don't come.

Come back to me when you're alone and pregnant and have nowhere to turn.

You're a prince.

Hello, ladies.

Lovely to see you again. Everybody please take a card.

These are your numbers.

Then we will consult the board to see when your number's up. That means we're

ready for you. Like at the deli counter.

Except we're the mean.

Oh, I bet you taste just like orange sherbet.

I'm not on the menu.

Age? Um, I don't know.

35?

Maybe you can count the rings on my hoo-ha.

Are you sexually active?

Maureen, this is just an early questionnaire from the hospital.

We wanted to get to know our subjects before we wired them up, and we still

want to know.

Okie dokie.

Yes, I'm sexually active.

You gonna ask me if I'm married?

That is the next question.

I am.

My husband's a Rockefeller.

I only come here for the coffee.

And how frequently do you and your spouse... How frequently do you engage

in coitus?

Sex.

How much sex do I have?

I would say a lot. For example, five times per... Day.

Sure, on a good day.

Perhaps we should move on to the actual study.

All we're doing is collecting physiological data from the widest

sample group possible, and from that, we'll build a statistical picture of

what happens to the body during sex.

And what's that for?

It's a device for self-stimulation.

So, what? You plug me in and I, uh, diddle myself with this? Until you

climax, yes.

Ulysses is really just a big vibrator. You don't have to use it. It depends on

how you normally pleasure yourself.

I'd take a mital and watch General Electric Theater.

Okay, look, you want me to come? I can blow the door some.

I just got to do it my own way.

The only climax in the all-fours position?

That's where I start. Then I need a little extra help.

Well, unfortunately, Ulysses is the only mechanical stimulation we brought with

us tonight.

I'm sorry.

I just... I don't think it's working.

Nearly 20 minutes.

Do you normally have this much trouble climaxing?

Honestly, I haven't come in years.

In fact, I can't remember what it feels like.

Do I still get paid?

You're sure this is the only way you can orgasm? If I'm not sure who is.

Tell him I'm not made of glass, will ya?

Ginger is not made of glass.

Oh, even harder.

Four minutes, 22 seconds.

Very efficient.

Right, good. Anything for science.

Maureen.

The needle never moved. Yeah?

Is that technically for something I'm supposed to understand?

That means you faked your orgasm. Six nights a week.

Matinees Wednesdays and Saturdays. You've been a swell audience.

Nurse Riley, I need a wheelchair immediately.

Come this way.

Found you an apartment on campus.

It's serviceable, close to the hospital, where I expect I'll spend most of my

time.

Virginia, the coat for Dr. DePaul.

For Dr.

Lillian DePaul, whom we were lucky enough to lure away in Cornell.

I'd give you the nickel tour, but I have a uterine prolapse upstairs.

I could show Dr. DePaul around.

Mrs. Masters, sorry about the wait. For heaven's sake, it's Libby. Let's not

stand on ceremony.

Shall I, um... Just the blood work today. The rest we will sort out before

the capping tomorrow.

Nothing worth doing comes easy.

You're for some than others, evidently.

Nurses are all abuzz about the pregnant woman.

Your walk-in?

Is it really quadruplets?

She nearly keeled over when I told her she had four on the way.

She's on bed rest downstairs.

Quick pinch.

Please tell me she's as big as a house.

With a four-car garage.

Well, if she can't handle four, I would be glad to take one off her hands.

It's the Barrett sisters all over again.

The quads from Texas?

It was in all the magazines.

Look, life, true story.

Really? Mm.

there's also a whole spread in women's day color photos of the four little

girls and the doctor he looked just like montgomery clinton i've

got a fraternity buddy writes the local page of the post dispatch kiwanis club

luncheons lost pets he would chew his arm off for a story like this no such

thing as bad publicity sure there is still birth Do you know the perinatal

mortality rate in multiple pregnancy?

We don't count chickens. I promise you, I can handle it. Masters will handle it.

It's a high-risk case. It's my high-risk case.

Look, my fellowship is up in six months.

I'd like to be considered for a staff position.

You were a young doctor once?

Back in the Paleozoic.

I've been riding shotgun with Bill Masters.

For a year and a half. I have learned everything he has to teach. Well, you're

certainly cocky enough.

Maybe you've learned something from Bill, after all.

All right.

The quads are yours.

But no showboating in front of the press until after they're born.

And I want Masters in there with you as your second.

Understood?

Absolutely.

The cafeteria is open until 8. It's not exactly haute cuisine, but they do make

a mean chocolate pudding.

And the East Wing is down there.

Psychiatrists, osteopaths, something called phlebotomy.

Don't ask me what happens there.

Benepuncture.

Benepuncture. Right.

So, Doctor, why did you leave Cornell?

Women's medicine, ironically, is a bit of a boys' club.

Yes. There's no shortage of testosterone around here either. It's nice to see a

woman in a lab coat for a change.

Doctor, working at Dr. Master's desk, it comes with certain privileges.

Expedited testing, access to equipment. So if there's anything I can ever do to

help you get some... I could use a coffee.

Sugar? Black.

I took the liberty of changing some of the questions. The ones that didn't seem

to apply.

Mind if I try them out?

Seems to be your strong suit.

Getting on well with the girl. Taking liberties.

Age? 20 next week.

And obviously you're sexually active, but seeing how sex is also your work,

do you ever get pleasure from intercourse?

Eventually.

I get money from intercourse. I get pleasure from money.

You want to know do I cum?

Do you?

Some pleasures even money doesn't buy.

What is your first association with sex?

Anchors.

I'm sorry?

I grew up over in Withina, my uncle's place. There was this wallpaper in my

room,

baby blue with little anchors on it.

My uncle never had much use for me until I filled out. After that, it wasn't

exactly a prize fight.

He'd pin my arms. I'd look at those anchors and think about joining the

Navy, see the world.

Nobody told me they don't take girls.

What about your parents?

Your aunt or... Just my uncle, that's it.

You want to know about sex, he's the one you ought to talk to. Taught me

everything I know.

What else you got?

Nothing, thank you.

Perhaps we should proceed to the exam.

Acute salpingitis. Salpingitis.

Salpingitis. Does even one of the girls have a clean bill of health? Not one.

I've seen eight cases of skinitis, gonorrhea, an epidemic of PID.

Pelvic inflammatory disease.

Not exactly the broad sample group I had in mind.

Plus, we're ignoring half the picture because there's no men in the study.

How hard could it be to scare up a few men around here?

I've asked clients who are non-starter. Then when has a non-starter ever stopped

us?

You.

Fine. Go get Betty. I can't. She's at the hospital.

Resting up for surgery tomorrow.

Now you ask a favor when you're about to open me up like a sardine can?

I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.

More like blackmail. A practice with which you're well acquainted.

So how many guys do you want?

I've seen the specimens that come through your door. I just want them

clean, healthy, and statistically average.

Right-o. Roll me past the phone before you slice me open, then. I'll have the

nurse handle it.

I'll see you inside.

The procedure isn't long.

You're going to be fine.

This way, we will have the lay of the land before we pop the hood.

Your friend's a real chatterbox.

From the newspaper?

They want a photo to go with the contest.

Contest? Name the quadruplets.

The winner gets a free toaster oven. No, no, no, no, no. I told him to sit on the

story until after the delivery.

This has to stop now.

No more phone calls. I don't care if it rings off the hook.

I'll handle the papers.

I need an outside line.

Scar tissue?

Tractor.

Christ, is that old P.I.D.? Yeah, rumor is she used to be a party girl.

At least she's comfortable on her back.

Scrub out.

What? Get out.

Both of you.

Since when can we joke about some worn-out hooker?

Number 10, scalpel.

I just checked in on Bill's surgery. It was supposed to be an hour. It's now

going on four.

I'm used to sharing, Bill. Half the expectant mother's in Missouri.

You'll sit for a minute, won't you?

Another 12 hours, then I'm on bed rest at home.

Sure.

There's a television in the doctor's lounge.

I could hijack it.

wheel it in before Nurse Pratt sees me. We couldn't tell Bill. He's like a hall

monitor when it comes to hospital rules.

Yes, unless he's the one breaking them, of course.

He would definitely give me the patented Bill Master stare for filching on TV.

I shouldn't laugh. I'm not supposed to move.

And you're not supposed to be working either. What are you writing?

If I told you, you would slip into a coma.

It's floral arrangements.

They have me planning the Trinity Deacons lunch.

I wish I knew how to say no to these things.

I can't put three stems in a vase without it looking like a funeral.

Some people have children. I have seating charts.

And a uterus incompatible with conception.

Retract.

I need more exposure.

Move it.

Dr.

Masters.

Dr. Masters.

Is

she

going to be all right?

No. My Betty.

I'm Gene, your fiancé.

Oh, don't tell me it burst.

Her appendix is... Her appendix is what?

Oh.

And she made me promise not to come. She said I worry too much, I'm gonna give

myself an ulcer.

There's nothing to worry about.

Oh, thanks, God.

I got big plans for Betty and me.

Three girls, three boys.

We'll probably get a dog, too.

Can I look in on her?

Let me talk to her first.

You know, Betty didn't lie.

Best doc in St. Louis.

Huh?

Huh?

Take a seat.

It's the tracheal catheter. Some soreness is normal. Water will help.

You have chronic

cell meningitis.

An inflammation of the fallopian tubes caused by pelvic infection.

I probably could have reversed.

The ligation, but the tissue damage.

It's too far gone.

It won't be possible for you to get pregnant.

I'm sorry.

It was an abuse of hospital resources.

Waste of my time.

You did everything you could to help her. I'm sure she knows that.

Paula gathered skewed data from a house full of sexual invalids.

What matters is you held up your end of the deal.

So did Betty.

Tonight we have male subjects.

And I think you'll be pleased.

Dr. Frankenstein, I presume.

Oh, you can keep your pants on.

For now.

I thought you wanted me to... We're going to talk first.

We'll get to know each other.

Like a date?

And then Dr. Masters will wire you up for the study.

What? It's just, to be honest, you're not what I expected.

A person heals.

What I meant is...

That you just, you don't look like a guy who pays for sex.

Oh, I don't pay. Guys pay me.

I work at the Commodore Hotel downtown.

So, yank off, but don't yank off the wires.

Got it.

The wires translate voltage from your heartbeat into graphic notations

on the paper.

It draws pictures.

It draws waveforms. From which we draw conclusions about...

The physiology of masturbation.

And sex more broadly.

How broadly?

You're going to study actual sex?

Eventually.

Queer sex, too?

So you're... Light in the loafers?

Homosexual. Well, I fuck men.

Or get fucked, mostly.

Dealer's choice.

And is that stimulating

for you, the passive role?

Depends on the job and the position.

I like to work on my back.

As in the missionary position.

I'm afraid I don't follow.

Christ, you're green.

You know,

Guys pay to watch all the time. You're a man of science. Why don't I grab Carl

and I'll show you how it's done.

Looks like you've had a productive session.

It is utterly impossible to continue the study here.

Sampling is hopelessly biased.

Biased? Prostitutes.

Homosexuals. They're three standard deviations from the norm.

You can't deduce a model of normal physiology with outliers and

misfits.

Well, we're so far from the bell curve.

We can't even hear it ringing.

So, what do we do?

I don't know.

Sure made a hash of this, Bill.

Gotta go easy on the forceps.

Your old man never taught you how to barbecue?

He's not much of an outdoorsman.

So, now that you've got a medical degree burning a hole in your pocket, how do

you plan to spend it?

If one really intended to pursue the

science of human sexuality... Oh, don't start.

I thought we settled this. But if one did... Because one was deranged? One was

determined. How would one go about it?

Hypothetically.

Well, you'd need to be out of short pants for one thing.

A young buck in his 20s doing this kind of work, you'd look like a peeping Tom.

So how old?

Forty, at least.

And you'd need an established practice at a world-class teaching hospital.

Something in a respectable field.

Neurology. Obstetrics.

You'd also need a spick and span image.

Perfect family.

That means a wife.

Yeah, if Caroline's kaput. Take a night off work. Ask a nurse to the picture.

No, call it research.

I'm waiting for the right girl.

Hey!

Are we having hamburgers? Yes, we are.

The world isn't kind to Mavericks, Bill.

You want to lead an unconventional life?

You've got to learn to hide in plain sight.

Chief of Police Duncan, Archbishop Peter O'Reilly, David Anheuser, Wyatt Bush,

Richard Amberg of the St. Louis Globe, and all seven members of the Board of

Trustees, starting with Donald Morris.

And what are we going to do with these names?

In 12 years at Washington University, I've delivered 3,000 babies. I have

given families to the leading lights in this community, and now these men are

going to help me.

Bye. I don't know yet, but Scully will have to listen to them. They will remind

Scully of my value to this hospital.

I told you to stay away from my patient. MS Hospital. How about I just call the

police?

You got a quote on the quad case?

The what?

Quads. Here at the hospital.

Considering this is the first instance of quadruplets here at Maternity

Hospital, what are the risks involved with such a case, Dr.

Masters?

She's a 30-year-old prima para with quadruplets. This raises her odds of

placental abruption by a factor of three, toxemia by a factor of ten. Her

blood pressure is stable. She should have been sectioned out days ago. Dr.

Hoskin watched the delivery from the observation.

It is my fucking case. Which you should never have taken in the first place.

This is high-risk surgery. He's a fellow.

Which is exactly why I had him call you in as a second. That's the first I'm

hearing of it.

You don't have enough to do?

You have to come in here and steal my patient.

I can handle this delivery.

You'll catch the next one

Apparently she's an OB from New York.

You'd think she'd have more pizzazz.

Not Manhattan.

Ithaca is practically Canada.

She got her MD at Harvard.

Surgical fellowship with Hollinger at Penn.

I read his letter of recommendation, and it said if his eyes had been closed, he

would not have known she was a woman.

I can't tell with my eyes open.

I think it's inspiring.

Actually, a woman?

Making a life for herself on her own steam.

I just can't believe they put her in with the secretaries.

Well, I don't care where she went to school. No lady doctor's looking up my

skirt. Just the thought is revolting.

Libby?

Lib?

Lib?

Diddy? The door was unlocked. I don't want to intrude.

Bon appetit.

It's beautiful.

Well, it looked better on the can.

You don't have to eat it.

What to say?

It was Bill's idea.

It's up to his elbows and the quadruplet surgery, and he didn't want you to

starve.

I should probably get back before I lose another sitter.

Is there anything I can do for you before I go?

There's a... There's a box on the top shelf of the closet.

Green. Oh, my darling.

Take them and give them to the mother from the ward.

Someone should get some use out of them.

Libby. I found this in Bill's drawer.

It's a statistical view of female sterility.

For my condition, it's 8%. That's the number.

An 8% chance that I will ever be pregnant.

All the tests and treatments.

Bill was just humoring me.

He deserves a family.

But it's never going to happen because of me.

It's not true. I'm so stupid.

I bought baby clothes. Not stupid, and it's not your fault. It's Bill.

You don't have a condition, Libby.

It's Bill. He's the one.

He's the one with the problem.

Sperm count.

I saw your file.

Oh, no.

Me.

Ethan knows, too.

Everyone but me. You can't say anything to Bill.

Please, if he found out, I told you.

I'm so sorry, Libby. I am. It just, it doesn't seem right, you blaming

yourself.

I looked for you at the whorehouse.

How do you know where I work? I've been on campus once or twice.

I was thinking about your science project.

I figure I can help you.

I know a lot of guys. They'd be glad to make a quick buck. I'm not interested in

that. Not in that way. You need warm bodies, right?

Our needs have changed.

Look, I never thought that I'd be something a scientist would want to

study.

I like the idea.

I want to be part of it.

If it's about the money... We're conducting a study on normal human

behavior.

You're saying I'm a deviant? I'm saying you deviate.

Statistically.

Homosexual behavior lies outside the norm, therefore... outside the purview

of our study the medical community would never accept it

okay

it's funny i guess you're the

second person in the medical community to me

Libby? Of course, they're not so bad on men.

You're out of bed.

I didn't cook.

You'll have to fend for yourself.

I'm not hungry.

How was your day?

These treatments are difficult.

But you'll be yourself in a few days.

I promise.

God knows we all have our cross to bear.

Smile pretty for the camera.

Bill, PR is part of the job.

Keeps the incubators running.

Five minutes.

It's a necessary evil.

One in 700,000. Those are the odds for quadruplets.

You're more likely to get struck by lightning picking a four-leaf clover.

And I'm not going to tell you the survival rate because it'll turn your

hair white. It is the great fortune.

their mother and this hospital, that we had a one in a million surgeon on hand

to shepherd four perfect babies into the world.

My colleague and dear friend, Dr. William Masters.

Betty. I said you'd checked out. I thought I'd missed you.

Gene's pulling the wagon around.

It's going to slip right off.

You know what he told me?

He said firstborn son, he wants to name it after Bill Masters.

He's practically painting the nursery already.

Petty, lots of women can't have children.

He will understand. If he really wants to marry you... He won't understand

because I'm not going to tell him.

What do you mean?

I'm going to wear my white dress, say my vows, and start

my new life with the pretzel key.

You have other options.

Answering phones for a buck ten an hour. Maybe not that, but what about Helen?

You want to get somewhere?

You hitch your wagon to a man.

That's what you're doing.

Following the doc around like a cocker spaniel.

I am Dr.

Master's assistant.

And because he's in love with you, you know you can use it to your advantage.

Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. That is absurd, Betty.

All right, let's shake a leg. I'm double parked. Oh, hi.

Hey, you must be one of Betty's.

Girlfriends. Nice to meet you.

Don't feel bad. She doesn't introduce me to anyone.

I didn't know any better. I'd say you're trying to hide me. Oh, this here's

Virginia, the doc's secretary.

Sorry.

Assistant.

Just another hard-working girl doing the best she can.

Good for you.

Nice to meet you.

Ready? Nice to meet you.

Hold on there.

Oh, sorry, honey. It's all right.

You and Bill make quite the team, wouldn't you say?

I don't know I'd say that.

That is the damnedest thing.

I think there's some information you haven't shared with me.

Ethan. You're right.

There is.

Bill thinks that he can do everything by himself.

But technically, I'm the one who got his wife pregnant.

Take these to the laundry. No starch in Cole Scully's office. Tell them I'm

coming up to see him.

What's happening with the study?

Because I'm a little confused.

At night, you treat me like a colleague, and here I seem to be your errand girl.

You're my secretary.

Job description is clear. Not to me.

I don't understand if you think that I'm qualified to conduct scientific research

when it comes to the study, how I am not qualified. At the moment, there is no

study.

The brothel is a disaster, and the study is forbidden here. Something you had a

hand in, I might remind you.

Also, in case you've forgotten, it has taken me over 20 years to get where I

am. Pre-med medical school, a grueling residency that finally landed me in a

world-class teaching hospital. Now, when you have that kind of experience under

your belt...

You can tell me to take the lab coats to the basement.

Is that clear enough?

What

I'm

saying is I can't conduct my research in a brothel. And this study will suffocate

without the respectability of this hospital.

Dear God, you are a dog with a bone.

And more like a cash cow to you.

To this hospital.

I'm on the front page, in case you hadn't noticed. That kind of publicity

could buy you a new wing.

Instead of a long and costly lawsuit over four dead newborns, which is where

you were headed until I stepped in. Which is why I put you on the case. I

could just as easily tell the press the truth.

That you actually put a fellow on the case. Do not fuck with me, Bill.

Because when it comes to throwing weight around, I will crush you into dust.

Even if I don't want to.

Now, four babies are downstairs that wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you.

It was a good day.

Go home to your wife. Come back tomorrow to the job you were meant to do.

You know, I met a young man at the brothel. A prostitute. A homosexual.

He came to see me last night. For Christ's sake, Bill. Open my eyes to a

few realities.

I mean it. Spare me the lurid details. The men who pay to see him, they're not.

or reprobates. They're not degenerates.

They're family men living a double life, suffering in the shadows.

I don't believe in shadows. I believe in the light of scientific inquiry.

I believe I have a responsibility to those men, whether they're salesmen or

lawyers or a provost of a major university.

begging you to reconsider.

If not for my sake, then for those men in the shadows.

What the hell is this, Bill?

It's a necessary evil.

Thought you'd gone AWOL.

I'm not much for goodbye parties.

If they play Meet Me in St. Louis one more time, I'm going to give myself an

auriculectomy.

Margaret looks happy.

Oh, wife of the new provost of Washington University.

She thinks she's Eleanor Roosevelt.

Well, she'll be missed.

You both?

Dean Young tells me that you put in for a fellowship in Wash U's obstetrics

department. Wish I'd heard that from you.

I didn't want you to feel like you had to intervene.

I don't think I impressed them.

Well, they were impressed.

They thought you were the most arrogant resident they ever interviewed. A smug,

self-satisfied horse's ass.

Now, we can't take him because we'd have to build a separate wing for his ego,

something like that.

I told Dean Young he could take us both, or he could take the

provost job and shove it.

So, meet me in St. Louis?

will resume tomorrow evening in the hospital.

So glad you're home, Denny.