EDNA: [shaking her head] You can talk till you're blue in the face, Doc. It's not gonna change this family's ideas on how to raise their child.
DR. BROWN: Well not change, per se, but I...
EDNA: No.
DR. BROWN: All I'm saying is I could just...
EDNA: No. Let me tell you this, and I mean no offense by it but I'm not entirely sure anyone's ever told you this before: There are some things that you. Can't. Fix.
[Cut to the Browns' home later on. Ephram is tying his tie. Delia runs down the stairs.]
DELIA: I'm ready. Let's go.
DR. BROWN: [to Ephram] You need some help with that?
EPHRAM: No, I got it.
DR. BROWN: Is Amy nervous about the recital?
EPHRAM: She's too pissed off.
DR. BROWN: These are difficult decisions. What the Harts decide is their prerogative and we have to respect that.
EPHRAM: What the Harts decided? Or what you decided for them? This is so typical, the one time it matters...
DR. BROWN: It always matters, Ephram. It just so happens that, this time, it matters to you. But that doesn't mean that I...
EPHRAM: Amy matters to me. And as pathetic as it may be, you were her only shot. She's not used to being let down by you. Not yet.
DR. BROWN: Listen to me, Ephram. These people asked me what I would do if it were my son and I told them that I thought it was risky. It's tempting to leap in and try and surgically fix things.
EPHRAM: That's a load! You know it. If it were your son? If it were me? You'd let me sit there in a coma when there was a zillionth of a percent chance you could ride in there on your white horse and save me? I don't think so. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were scared. We're gonna be late.
[Cut to the recital. Dr. Brown and Delia are making their way through a row.]
DR. BROWN: Excuse me.
[They reach a spot where a woman is sitting with only two empty seats, one on either side of her.]
DR. BROWN: Excuse me, would you mind moving over one so my daughter and I can sit together?
WOMAN: No.
DR. BROWN: No you wouldn't mind or...
WOMAN: I'm a person and I'm important.
DR. BROWN: You wouldn't by any chance be a patient of Dr. Trott's, would you?
WOMAN: Why yes.
DR. BROWN: [to Delia] Go sit on the inside, sweetheart.
[Delia takes her place on the other side of the woman. Dr. Brown sits down and begins a conversation with Dr. Abbott who is in the row in front.]
DR. BROWN: You really got this down.
DR. ABBOTT: I read The Art of War.
DR. BROWN: How long did you have to wait for these seats?
DR. ABBOTT: Three hours.
ROSE: He brings his backlog of medical journals.
DR. ABBOTT: The Harts told us about your decision.
DR. BROWN: Oh?
DR. ABBOTT: It's what I'd do. It's the more cautious choice.
DR. BROWN: Well, thank you. I'm glad you agree.
DR. ABBOTT: I said it's what *I'd* do.
[Cut to backstage. Amy is preparing. Sharon Hart approaches her with a bouquet of flowers.]
SHARON: Amy?
