TEXT: Blake: Oh, man, you were great in there, Owen. Owen: Tell me something that I don't know. Blake: Okay. Uh...I play upright bass for the Barenaked Ladies. Owen: That's you? Blake: [ Laughing ] Yeah. Owen: Oh! Sal: Cut loose, footloose, both feet lose, in fact. Kick off your Sunday shoes and put on your Thursday shoes because the staff dance is tonight -- Thursday. Valerie: Yes! I love dancing. I mean give me a 6/8 time signature and my feet just start flying. Dori: Really? Valerie: Yeah. Dori: I'm more of 12/8 type, you know, doo-wop, jigs. Valerie: Really? Dori: Yeah. Valerie: What about a 3/4, boop-bah-bah, boop-bah-bah. Dori: Oh, yeah. Valerie: What about you, Lola? If you were a time signature, which one would you be? Lola: Zero-over-zero. I'm a terrible dancer. Valerie: You know, I once knew a girl in college who didn't know how to dance. Lola: Yeah? Valerie: She died of a skin disease. Was there a connection? I'd like to think so. Lola: Oh. Well, have a good time tonight, you guys, 'cause I'm not going. Valerie: What about you, chief? Chief: Oh, I can't go to the dance. It doesn't start until 7:00 and the rapture is happening at 6:00, so I'll be dancing, but in Christ's heavenly kingdom by then. Probably nude. Chet: Breaker, breaker. Childrens Hospital, this is the Bearded Clam. Sy: Uh, h-hello, Bearded Clam. Uh, this is Sy. How are you? Okay. Okay. Um... uh, Bearded Clam, 10-4. This is the Boston strangler. Chet: Wait. That's your handle? Sy: Well, it's a long story. Let's just say I lived
SUMMARY:
Madonna visits the hospital, stunning Owen.