Childrens Hospital

Blake: Hey, Val.

Valerie: You smell like dirty diapers.

Blake: Then why don't you change me?

Owen: Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Is this clown bothering you, Val?

Blake: No!

We were just having a...sweet, flirty back-and-forth.

Owen: What'd you say to me, shrimp?

Blake: Nothing.

Owen:

I thought so.

Dori: Mail call.

Letter for Blake.

Blake:

What?

The Jews want me to help them go number two?

Cat: No, it says, "jury duty," not "jewie-doodie."

Blake: Well, what -- what's jury duty?

Lola: You know what the justice system is, right, Blake?

Blake: I feel like this is a trick question.

Um...there is no justice system?

Valerie: I knew it.

Blake: Why are you always picking on me, huh?

Owen: 'Cause you're a jumbo shrimp.

Oh!

High five.

Lola: Hey, hey.

What's the charge?

I'm an attorney.

Wrongful death.

He slapped a child in surgery, and he died.

Owen: Let me go, you shrimp.

Glenn: Why did you say you were a lawyer?

Lola: Because I am one.

Look, I don't have any pets or friends.

I don't watch a lot of TV, and I'm single.

So I got a law degree and passed the bar last summer.

Glenn: I will totally buy that.

Lola: Glenn, Cat, if we're gonna save Owen, I'm gonna need your help.

Cat: We're in.

And if my hunch is right, the first thing we should do is pay

a little visit to a certain Childrens Hospital.

Glenn: Let's go.

Owen: How are you a doctor and a lawyer?

Lola: Single, no pets, no friends, no TV, passed the bar.

Owen: I will totally buy that.

Lola: Right.

Oh, okay. Hey, what do you got?

Glenn: So on the day of the surgery, the kid that Owen

slapped to death took a Lamaze class.

Wait.

But that's for pregnant moms.

Why would -- Lola: Hey, I don't deal in "why woulds."

I deal in "you shoulds," as in you shoulds go talk to that Lamaze teacher.

Glenn: We wills.

Owen: Oh, no.

Look in the jury box.

Blake: Well, well, well.

Dr. Owen maestro.

How the tables have turned, my friend.

Wait. Do you know him?

'Cause that would disqualify you from serving on this jury.

Blake:

No, I do not.

That's...just the way I talk, my friend.

Are you wearing a diaper?

Lola: I'm gonna be honest.

I am very nervous.

Owen: Oh, it's okay.

Just relax.

Lola: And when I'm nervous, I do cocaine.

Owen: What? Shut up.

All rise.

The honorable judge Lester Harrison presiding.

Lola: Oh, do not let me say the "N" word.

Owen: What?

Why would you say that?

Lola: Cocaine.

Judge Harrison: You may be seated.

Opening remarks, Ms. Spratt?

Lola: Okay.

N-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n... Ni-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i... ckel.

Nickel!

If I...had a nickel for every time a responsible doctor was

falsely accused, well, I would be one rich

Objection.

Judge Harrison: I'll allow it, but you'd better be going

somewhere with this, counselor.

Lola: Mm-hmm.

Sure, that boy has been in here a few times.

He's gonna make a great mom.

Glenn: Hmm.

Anything unusual about him?

Uh, yes.

Most of my students are pregnant women, and he was neither.

Cat: Anything else?

Did he ever mention any plans to die during surgery?

No.

We just did some deep-breathing exercises together.

You see, Lamaze was originally invented as just a humorous fad,

but it turns out it can relax anyone.

Cat: Class that teaches you to breathe, huh?

Glenn: What will they teach next -- swimming?

You know what, if you really want to get some information,

you should talk to Sy Mittleman.

He is the biggest gossip at Childrens.

Glenn: Yeah, and where can we find this "Sy Mittleman"?

Keep going straight past, "have you heard?" And then take

a quick right at, "oh, no she didn't."

Front blobby.

Glenn: Blobby?

Take off the "B" and you'll know.

Glenn: Lobby. Got it.

Cat: Let's go.

I hope Lola's okay.

Lola:

Oh, God. Whoo!

Okay.

Owen: You have got to stop doing cocaine.

Lola: Okay.

Your honor, I would like to call an expert medical witness to the stand -- myself.

Objection -- on the grounds that I'm like, "What?"

Judge Harrison: I'll allow it, but you'd better be going

somewhere with this, counselor.

Lola: Josh graven was suffering from benign epidermal non-carcinoma.

It's a big mole.

The chances of surviving that operation -- 0.001%.

Owen didn't kill that kid.

A bully named chances did.

No further questions.

Dr. Spratt, you may be an expert in the medical field.

Lola: Yep.

But you are a novice in the area of putting transparencies

on overhead projectors.

Lola:

No.

Blake: Hey.

Great move, bro.

Wait. Is he your brother?

Blake: No.

It's just the way I talk...bro.

Sy: Ha. You little minx.

Cat: Mr. Mittleman, can we have a word?

Sy: Got to go, girlfriend.

You hear the news?

Lamaze teacher told you to come down here and talk to me.

Cat: I guess you really are the eyes and ears of this hospital.

Glenn: What do you know about Josh graven, the boy who died

during Owen's surgery?

Sy: Listen, I heard that he was faking his illness in order

to get some plastic surgery.

Sound familiar, Glenn?

Glenn: I had a deviated septum.

Sy: Want to hear the real skinny?

You go down the morgue and you check on that little kid's body.