Here's the deal: Turk and Elliot wrote a paper
on peripheral vascular disease.
They're upset because they have to present it at a conference.
Do you know how many interns would die to do that?
Not me, I don't care. I know my paper was a trillion times better.
It's so political. Surprise! They went with the black guy and the girl.
- Bambi. - What?
What right do they have to be mopey?
That's when Elliot said something that explained everything.
Our parents are coming.
Oh, I am so sorry.
I could tell my friends were upset.
- Still, there was a bright side. - It's all right.
I knew I could make it worse.
- Missed a spot! - You could help!
- You can't even hear the TV! - I like the pictures.
If I believed in karma,
I'd be more cautious about giving these guys a hard time.
Hey, Dad. No, no, nothing.
Turk and Elliot are freaking out because their parents are coming.
But karma doesn't scare me.
No. It hasn't been that long since you and I saw each other.
- Dad? - Hey, Mr Dorian.
Hey, boys, what's shakin'?
- Who needs a beer? - Who doesn't?
You see, JD, this is what goes around.
But this? This is what comes around.
- Get out of here. - Only two left.
- That's all right. JD'll go out. - Oh, get some chips.
Someone needs to stop Clearway Law. Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.
Wowser, Rowdy's a boy dog.
My mom and dad got divorced when I was seven.
That's not unusual, but though everybody's relationship
with their father is different, mine has always seemed very different.
God, I'd like to take a run at her. Look at that rack.
- Dad, please. - I'm sorry, Johnny. I'm just a man.
- You know what they say about men. - They love boobies.
That's is correct, Christopher.
OK, you know, I think I'm gonna hit the sack
before I get even more uncomfortable.
Your mother had a beautiful bosom.
- There it is. - Would you stay?
We've got a lot of catching up to do. Please.
OK.
You guys have a policy on farting?
No, let 'er rip.
Fire in the hole.
Oh, my God, Dad.
Count it!
That was a nice moment.
I guess everyone's parents drive them crazy.
So this is my hospital.
It's stunning.
Honey, is there a rule against looking pretty here?
Nothing official.
I just think you would look so much more handsome in blue scrubs.
Thank you, Mommy,
but I like my green scrubs better.
Parents have a way of making their children regress.
I don't want to wear blue scrubs!
Come on. Boy, you better watch your manners.
Come on, now.
You can't have one, sweetheart. Perms are for trailer trash.
What in the hell is this, parents' weekend?
Sort of. Elliot and Turk wrote this paper,
then my dad decided ''I wanna come too,'' so...
Look, Reba, if I ask you a question
that doesn't specifically deal with a medical issue,
you can bet your powdered bottom I don't want you to answer.
- Do you understand? - Yeah.
It's like working with a monkey.
- What? - Nothing.
Why didn't you introduce me to your mother?
Because she just came by to say ''hey'' before she checked into her hotel.
She's coming back later to look around.
OK. I was worried you thought she might not like me.
She's not gonna like you. Baby, look.
My mother's never called any girl I've been with by her name.
She called my college girlfriend The Big Easy.
Well, was she fat and slutty?
She had beautiful skin.
Don't smile, woman. She did.
Just beautiful.
So, what do you guys think?
I think it's time to get back to the suite and get in a bath.
This place makes me feel dirty.
Dr Kelso? Dr Kelso, these are my parents.
Ah, well!
It's a pleasure to meet the trees from which our little acorns fall.
- Bob Kelso. - Simon Reid.
I'm chief of medicine at St Augustine's.
It's a private hospital in Greenwich.
I know what you're thinking. You didn't ask.
Nobody ever does.
So, how long are you guys staying?
Can I help you, sir?
- Sir? - You can help me
by minding your own damn business.
Excuse me?
Oh, aggressive, huh?
Do you really want to get it on with me, pipsqueak?
Because if you do, I guarantee
it'll be the last stupid thing you ever do on God's green earth.
Nice meeting you.
What the hell was that all about?
Dad. Don't wander off like that.
This is your basic arthrocentesis there.
Your resident should've shown you how to do this.
He can't be that mad.
Even though residents are supposed to teach you,
they only show up when they want something.
I have to give the students a lecture on heart murmurs.
- Could you do it? - Actually...
Thanks, man.
That sucks. I totally wanted to spend some time with my dad tomorrow.
Then take him.
- What do you mean? - I don't know?
Secure some kind of vehicle, car, balloon, tricycle,
and transport your father from where he is to where you're going.
I don't think you get my dad.
He's not interested in my work. He's more of like a buddy.
OK. That was my mistake.
Here, I engaged you and gave you the impression that I actually care,
which is just so wrong! God!
The thing is, I don't need a buddy.
What I need is a father.
You definitely need something.
Maybe a backbone. Or perhaps some testicles.
At the very least, a pillow that you could carry around the hospital
and just cry your sad eyes out into whenever trauma...
I have testicles.
He's a kidder.
All right, this is it.
Brace yourself and let me handle this nice and smooth.
All right? Hey, Mom, guess what.
Hi, Mrs Turk, I'm gonna cut to the chase.
I'm Carla. I apologise if your son hasn't told you about me.
I don't know how you've put up with him as long as you did.
Still, you should know he loves me very much,
I feel the same and we're really good together.
- Are you two sharing a bed? - No!
Yes, ma'am, we are.
But if you're a good judge of character, you can tell I'm not messing around.
- Carla. It's a nice name. - Thank you.
- Yes, it is, Mother. - Oh, please. Not telling me about her.
Dear, do me a favour. Don't give him any for a month or so.
- Done. - It can't go down like that.
It just can't go down like that.
After you, sir.
Well, I'll be.
I haven't seen a ward like this since Vietnam.
So where in Connecticut was your National Guard unit stationed?
- Amusing. - I thought so.
I think they're totally getting along, don't you?
I'm about to open a fat can of whup-ass on you.
Bring it on, bitch.
All right, sports fans, we have a guest today at rounds,
so let's try and be sharp.
Why don't we begin with,
I don't know, Dr Reid.
What is the nutritional cause of high output cardiac failure?
Wet beriberi from thiamine deficiency.
Yes, it is. Next question.
Why don't we try...
...Dr Reid.
I already went, sir.
- Oh, are you done for the day? - No.
What's the mechanism of Cheyne-Stokes respiration in systolic dysfunction?
What? Nobody knows that.
Prolongation of circulation time from lung to brain
causing diminished sensitivity of the respiratory centre
to arterial partial pressure of carbon dioxide?
Yes.
My dad winked at me!
If that's not saying, ''I love you, I'm proud of you,''
- I'm not sure what is. - I know!
There are no gratuitous winks in the Reid household.
And that's when I decided to take a chance.
I'd love to come to your heart murmur lecture. I'm a big fan of those things.
That means a lot, Dad.
Absolutely. Please.
Oh, dear Lord, please make it stop.
- It's stunning. - Thank you.
- And I understand that you... - I make these.
Like two wolves gabbing about which sheep to eat.
Unfortunately for them, I'm a man.
- Turk. - Coming.
- Thanks. - Thank you.
Hi, Mrs Turk.
John Dorian, get over here.
After all these years, are you still afraid of me?
On Thanksgiving, I said your turkey was dry, and you picked me up and shook me.
- Then don't say that. - Silly Bambi.
You guys, leave him alone.
I've had enough of you two conspiring and whatnot. It ends now!
It is so cute when he thinks he's in charge.
- I know. It kills me. - And that's when it happened.
You should see him when I pretend to let him...make a decision!
That's when Carla realised she was exactly like Turk's mom.
Great job at rounds today, Dr Reid.
- Thank you, sir. - Your dad must've been very impressed.
Yeah, I think so.
I could tell that he respected you, sir.
Well, that's very nice, but lucky for me,
my self-esteem isn't tied up in that kind of poppycock.
I didn't become a doctor to impress my daddy or anyone else.
I did it for me.
I've seen lots of doctors get into this for the wrong reason.
- You know what happens to them? - No.
They quit and get their real estate licence.
You look upset, sweetheart.
You shouldn't be.
I think you'd look super in a gold blazer.
Thank you?
This is almost too easy.
Well, work is great, Johnny.
I like to believe that I'm selling dreams.
- But, Dad, you sell office supplies. - Yeah, I prefer to call them dreams.
I'm gonna steal another Jell-O.
I always thought parents were like tornadoes.
They blow into town and devastate everything in their path.
- Hi. - There's no food on your tray.
Oh.
But it's different for me.
How you doing, Elliot?
Great talk. Anyway, Johnny,
I was talking to my buddy, Jake, this afternoon.
- You remember Jake? - No.
Jake's my buddy, and he's leaving the country
for who knows how long. So I thought I might
get out of here tomorrow and go catch up with him.
I'd miss your thing,
but I wouldn't know what I was hearing anyway.
- Right? - Right.
I think what surprised me the most
is that I was actually surprised.
You still talking to yourself?
I thought you'd outgrow that by now.
I probably should've woken him up to say goodbye
considering he'd be gone before I got home.
I told myself I wanted to let the old guy get some sleep,
but even I didn't believe that.
You keep eating that,
there'll be nothing left for a man to put a ring on.
Mom...
...I started therapy.
Do you know that Amy Swanson's marrying Drew Gertson?
Drew is such a nice boy.
Drew used to hold people down and spit in their mouths.
He doesn't do that anymore.
Mom, when I was a little girl, did I want to be a doctor?
Maybe I used a toy stethoscope on one of my dolls?
Oh, honey, you'd have to ask the nanny.
Have you ever reached a point in your life
when you really wished you knew how you got there?
Are you trying to tell me you're a lesbian?
Yes, I am.
Yep.
That's exactly... exactly what I'm saying, Mom.
Yo, JD. You want to grab a bite to eat with us tonight
after we do our presentation?
Yeah, I'm not that busy.
If you're not busy, you have time to do this discharge summary.
- I meant that later I'm not that busy. - Fantastic.
I told my mom you like that Cuban restaurant. She loves Cuban food...
I hate that restaurant.
You said you loved it and wanted to be buried in a vat of pl·tanos
so you could eat your way out.
See? That's our problem. You don't get me.
No argument there.
Hey, hey, hey! You missed a spot, right there.
Well, lucky for me, Dad,
I spend my life going in a circle around this place cleaning up after the sick.
Tomorrow I'll probably be here at the same time.
You know that I hate sass, so drop right down and give me 20.
- That could be faecal matter. - Make it 30.
Fine.
What is it with parents?
Why is it so easy for them to make us feel bad?
- ...three... - Sound off like you've got a pair!
Dad, I don't gotta put up with...
You've got to at least try and pace yourself.
Otherwise, sure as shooting, you're gonna burn out.
Come.
I heard the sad sigh, I see your shoulders are slumped,
and I'm aware that you have some problem
you want to talk to me about.
You probably think it'll be cathartic to get it off your chest,
but believe me, it won't be.
What you've got to do, for me, is the healthy thing.
Keep all of your feelings bottled up inside where they so belong.
My dad flaked on me again.
I'm sorry. You're not on drugs, are you?
What? No.
Are you in jail? Have you been beaten? Are you malnourished?
I skipped lunch, but I've been snacking.
You are, in fact, a perfectly healthy 26-year-old doctor
who keeps crying about how horrible his father was.
Well, he did some considerable emotional damage, so...
Every one of our parents does considerable emotional damage,
and from what I've heard,
it just might be the best part of being a parent.
If some guy ever does put a ring on your finger,
and you're lucky enough to pop out a youngster, I'm sure you'll understand.
But for now, trust me when I tell you that I wouldn't care
if today was the first time you ever even met your daddy.
Because in reality,
well, he could've done a much, much worse job.
OK.
All right, look, at the presentation,
could I do the ending? I really love the end of our paper.
Do you think that I'm cut out to be a doctor?
OK, fine. You can do the ending.
I just want to say, ''Thanks, folks. We've been great.''
I'm serious. Do you think this is what I really want to do?
Elliot, I don't know.
You can tell me. I can take it.
No, I'm saying ''I don't know'' because I really don't know.
What the hell is going on here?
Why have all women gone crazy?
I'm not crazy. Am I?
No. Shh.
It's OK, Elliot. You're normal. You're normal.
- Turk? - He's not here.
Turk.
I do like that Cuban restaurant.
I think the important thing is that we got through this together.
I'm freaked out because your mom and I have lots in common.
- So? - I don't know.
I got this crazy idea that you only fell for me
because I'm just like your mom.
Baby...
That's exactly why I fell for you.
OK. I'll probably have a friend pick up my stuff.
Wait. Sit down.
What's wrong with wanting someone
because they're smart, independent and always looking out for you?
OK?
Yeah. But if we ever get married, we'll have to talk about this in therapy.
Relax. I don't do this with my mama.
I hope not.
- Oh, yeah, Mama. - Oh, that's just wrong.
Oh, Mama.
Part of me thought Cox was wrong.
I had every reason to be angry with my father.
So, how's it going down there?
If it's OK with you, we just won't talk right now.
Got a needle. Need to focus.
Then I stopped thinking of my dad as a father
and started thinking of him as a man.
And I realised some things that deep down I probably always knew.
Like, maybe he wasn't crashing on my couch to spend more quality time with me
but because he couldn't afford a hotel room.
And maybe he wasn't going to see his buddy Jake to catch up,
but because Jake was someone he might be able to sell something to,
and he really needs a sale.
Maybe the truth is he's just a middle-aged, lonely guy
struggling to get by, and it sure would be nice
if someone gave him a break once in a while.
Hey, Dad.
Hey, there he is.
I thought you had to work all day.
I did, but I got someone to cover for me.
I wanted to make sure I caught you and let you know
how cool it was to see you.
- Really? - Yeah.
Wow, I...
Well, listen, I'm, you know,
I have to travel a lot lately, so...
...l'm sure I'll be back in this region again soon.
So I could swing back out and see you.
- That'd be great. - Great.
- Great. I'd be happy to see you.
Yeah, we could do that.
You've been taking advantage of the farting policy.
Hey. Pull my finger.
- I'm not gonna pull your finger. - See what happens.
I pooed a little.
Dr Kelso.
Well, if it isn't Daddy's little girl.
I wanted to tell you what happened to me.
I'm going to keep eating my soup,
but you rest assured I'm holding my breath on the inside.
First, I came out to my mother.
Well, then,
it appears the boys in radiology owe me quite a bit of money.
But this afternoon...
...a patient puked on me.
And I smiled.
Do you know why I was smiling?
Because I really like what I do.
You were right. I got into this for the wrong reasons.
But now that I'm here, I can't imagine being anywhere else.
I still don't like your father.
Oh, me neither, sir.
Oh. They were all out.
Placement of the stent in haemodynamic results of PTA are inadequate.
Or primary stent placement at the initial time of PTA...
Maybe the mistake we make is thinking our parents will change.
And maybe they did a betterjob than we give them credit for.
Maybe there, amid all the crap they dumped on us,
are some things worth keeping.
Like a passion for something you never knew you had.
...recent trial of 283 patients...
Or the ability to surround yourself with people who love you.
...subsequent stent placement only increases... In conclusion,
the difference between the strategies
is not significant at either short-term or long-term follow-up.
Thank you very much, folks, we've been great.
And ''Z'' is for the Zs that you'll be getting
cos you now know heart murmurs from A to Z.
Thank you.
- What are you doing here? - I just figured I'd come, check it out.
You know, see how you're doing.
And for the record, that was atrocious.
I mean, downright abysmal.
I know, but did you see A through K?
I did a cool thing with A through K.
I showed up at Y, as in ''Why, dear God? Why?''
You know, this has got to be
the most piss-poor, sorry excuse for a hospital
that I have ever set foot in.
Well, Dad, in that case, feel free not to stop by every day you're in town.
Goodbye, Son.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Yeah.
Parents, huh?
Tell me about it.
Yeah. What's that, a shot at my dad?
That's stepping over the line, pal.
I missed this.
Yeah.
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