TEXT: 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: [ Exhales sharply ] I thought so. Dori: Mail call. Letter for Blake. Blake: [ Sighs ] 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? [ Laughter ] Valerie: I knew it. Blake: Why are you always picking on me, huh? Owen: 'Cause you're a jumbo shrimp. Oh! [ Laughter ] High five. [ Grunts ] 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. [ Siren wailing ] Owen: How are you a doctor and a lawyer? Lola: Single, no pets, no friends, no TV, passed the bar. Owen: I
SUMMARY:
Lola has no friends or pets so she gets a law degree and defends Owen, who is charged with murdering a patient by slapping him during surgery.