At home, Michael's changing out of his ink-stained shirt and thus displaying a nasty, Seymour-inflicted bruise on his back to the camera. When his mom shows up, ostensibly to share some leftovers, she sees the bruise and freaks, but Michael claims he just "fell down at work." Yeah, he "fell down" after a dude clocked him with a Louisville Slugger. So clumsy. Madeline doesn't buy it, and starts frustratedly spouting therapy-speak: "Do you have any idea how hard it is to have an honest exchange with you when you're withholding like this?" "You reading a book or something?" Michael asks. She says she's seeing a counselor, and wants him to come to a session with her. He reminds her that they tried that already and she quit. She says she wants to try again (because this is one of a dwindling number of areas where the show hasn't repeated itself yet), and adds that the new counselor thinks "the best place to facilitate a dialogue is in the home." Read: no budget for an office set this week. She leans on him with a rather weak threat: "If you won't do this for me, then I don't know what to say." I'd be like, "you've got a deal!" But instead, Michael agrees to come to tomorrow's appointment at her house at one o'clock.