Private Practice

(Addison has been dreaming about Pete. During the Oceanside daily meeting, as Pete discusses one of his patients, Naomi glances at Addison, who becomes slightly flustered) Pete (to Addison): Why do you look so...? You look hot. (Sam, Violet and Dell look surprised) Addison: I... do I? (Addison laughs uncomfortably, but looks pleased) Pete: No, I mean, you look hot as in... flushed. Overheated. (The pleased look disappears from Addison's face as the rest of the staff look on, embarrassed. Naomi quickly continues the meeting as Addison composes herself by taking a drink from her mug)

(Naomi calls Violet to help Addison with the Pete fantasies) Violet: William Jefferson Clinton. Addison: Huh? Violet: It's 2010, Bill and Hillary have grown apart, it's nothing he did, just...it happens. We inexplicably run into each other a the Lincoln Memorial, and it's very late at night. Addison: Oh, My God. Violet: He recognizes something in me, something that makes him feel whole. Some talk about the camp David Summit, some chat about how we can't possibly, the Secret Service is... The next thing you know, I have a Presidential Library in Little Rock and there's a legendary picture of me and Bill laughing and sharing sections Of "The Times" while our child plays under the dinner table... And... Orgasm. Naomi: You're really over Allan, aren't you? Violet: Oh, I got Bill now. Bill's all I need.

Addison: Come here, let me see. Don't be scared. I'm a board Certified... Pete: ... Neonatal Surgeon. And that helps me how? (She holds his hand and takes the bandages) Addison: You hit someone? Pete: I know. It's stupid, incredibly... but this guy, he was a... he deserved... Addison: No it's not that, it's just... you hit someone, with your fist, like a cowboy, like a... gladiator! Pete: Yeah, yeah, like a gladiator. (They come real close, then she stops, laughs, picks the bag and walks through the door) Pete: We're not... Addison: I am leaving, I'm heading out. Pete: What just happened? Addison: Pete, the cowboy. Pete, the gladiator. Thank you for that. It'll help. Pete: Help for what? Addison: Just this itch I've got. (And she leaves) Pete: Okay, she did not have to tell me that.

Violet: You guys are so not friends. You are like a corporation.