While nibbling on a handful of birdseed or something, Ally looks to Renee for sympathy. Renee instead points out all her recent erratic behavior and hallucinations. Ally tries to rationalize and then hallucinates poor Mr. Green in a gold shantung suit. Ally tells Renee that she likes the magical hallucinations because they nourish her spiritually and emotionally. I guess they also give her an excuse for the involuntary gasping and facial spasming she's always doing, too. Renee says that she isn't "a fan of treating the brain with chemicals," but that Ally needs to "address" it because hallucinating at home and work could "bring it dowwwnnn." Okay, Renee, thanks for the advice. She should have just said, "I wouldn't take the drugs, myself, but I wish you would because you're starting to get on my nerves big-time." Ally asserts that she likes being deluded. Instead of "Oh, shut up," Renee says blah, blah, blah. Time for a commercial, finally.

One-A-Day wants me to take their asthma medication so I can ride roller coasters. You see? You see what I'm talking about?!? These damned drug companies are trying to take over the world! Forget this crap. I'm gonna treat my toenail fungus with heliotrope extract and prickly-pear tea. Take that, you conniving bastards! You can't make me live in your Prozac Nation!