EPHRAM: Just how out of the brain business are you?
DR. BROWN: I don't know, I haven't given it much thought. Why?
EPHRAM: You asked me how Amy's doing. She's still pretty wrapped over her boyfriend, the one in the coma. She asked me to ask you to take a look at him.
DR. BROWN: When did she ask you that?
EPHRAM: A while ago.
DR. BROWN: You're probably going to have to tell her that.
EPHRAM: Probably.
DR. BROWN: It runs in the family, I guess.
EPHRAM: What?
DR. BROWN: Trying to control everything. [a beat] Alright.
[They hear Edna's bike pull up.]
[Cut to outside.]
EDNA: Well here we are. Thank you for flying. I didn't want to worry you but we were plum out of gas back there.
DELIA: We were?
EDNA: There weren't any gas stations since we patched the fuel line. We've been riding on fumes ever since. 80 miles, new record.
DELIA: You mean the gas that was only supposed to last for a little bit, lasted for 80 miles?
EDNA: Guess so.
DELIA: Like the oil. [cheering up] It's the miracle of Hannukah!
EDNA: What?
DELIA: God was showing us he's real!
[Delia quickly jumps out the bike with glee.]
EDNA: Whoa. Maybe you oughta keep this one under wraps.
DELIA: No way! I have to call Magilla right now. He was so wrong about God.
[She joyfully runs inside and passes her father.]
DELIA: [happy] Hi, Dad!
DR. BROWN: [to Edna] She looks miserable. Thanks for keeping an eye on her.
EDNA: She's an odd one.
DR. BROWN: I hope she wasn't too much trouble.
EDNA: Not at all. But if you ask me to baby-sit again, you'll meet God.
[They smile and Edna tries to start the bike. The engine is dead. She exhales.]
EDNA: Oh!
[Cut to the Abbotts. Night.]
DR. ABBOTT: [on the phone] Thank you, Mrs. Dillinger. Glad that you noticed. What? No no. No plans to expand the practice just yet. Have a good night.
[He hangs up. Amy walks in with some messages.]
AMY: The phone's been ringing non-stop since the paper came out. There were a bunch of four messages on the machine.
[He scans the messages. Amy smiles, then walks away.]
DR. ABBOTT: Amy. Is this all of them?
AMY: Sorry, Dad. He didn't call.
DR. ABBOTT: [innocently] I don't know what you mean. Is that my burbury scarf?
AMY: Oh, can I borrow it tonight? I'm going out with Kayla and Page. Some guy Kayla's desperate to get on is throwing his annual kegger on the golf course. At first, I didn't want to go and then I remembered how this was Colin's favorite party of the year. I can't miss that, right?
DR. ABBOTT: Sure you wouldn't rather stay home, join a convent?
