"They're leaving streaks!" These, the judgmental words of a busybody, are coming from none other than Marie Schrader. GOOD TO SEE YOU, GURL! I'm so happy to see Marie that I am going to cheerfully go over how she's nitpicking the work of the car wash employees (well, just one, really; the "more ethnic-looking one" is doing a great job) on not leaving streaks. At her desk, Skyler is too busy eating her salad and continuing to have a quiet nervous breakdown to notice. She perks up a bit to hear that Hank is back at work, but Marie blows right past that to complain about how the jerks at the DEA didn't believe him for so long. Skyler's face falls whenever Marie mentions the "chicken man" Hank turned out to be right about, as that leads her down some sad, scary pathways.

Marie then changes the subject to Walt's upcoming birthday, and lets Skyler know that she's available to help with whatever plans there are. Skyler nervously says she doesn't think they're doing anything this year. Marie finds that unfathomable -- after all, Walt was diagnosed with his cancer around his birthday. (Chalk another one up for viewers who saw the symmetry between episode one's birthday and the birthday we saw in the season premiere's flash-forward.)

Skyler remains evasive in the face of Marie's yammering disapproval, though she ends up doing the one thing guaranteed to earn her even further yammering disapproval: she pulls out a cigarette and lights it up. Well now Marie's going into hyper-drive, emphasis on the "hyper." You can't smoke indoors, you certainly can't subject employees to secondhand smoke, and since when does she smoke anyway, and considering the baby, and Walt, and and AND... Finally, Skyler does what any of us would do (and I say this as someone who loves and cherishes Marie very much) as she turns around and tells her sister to shut up. Marie, of course, doesn't, so Skyler says it again. And again. Yells it, even. Fourteen times in total, crescendoing into a scream and following it by sobbing down into her chair. Marie shares the same "DUDE!" expression that I assume most of the audience has.

After the commercial break, we return to the Vamonos Cook House of the Week, where we're treated to a nice shot of a cockroach crawling across the kitchen island (well, they haven't started fumigating yet, to be fair). Walt and Jesse are in the weighing-and-bagging stage, and the results are good. Walt claims it an "excellent" yield. On their way out the door, they start the gas machines, and the inside of the house fogs up. They were never there.