Shitty credits.

Charlie's house. Marcy comes down the stairs wearing tiny black briefs and a tiny grey top. She's asking him not to make her beg for sex since they haven't had it since her last period. Why does this suddenly feel like Lucky Louie if it had been a drama? Charlie, nonplussed, is messing with his leather work bag. Marcy, who is so very, very tiny, turns around and thrusts her ass into the air. She says he can have the ass if he wants. Oh, awesome, let me just stash that in my work bag and take it for an afternoon snack. Charlie, disgusted, says she can keep it. He says last time they tried anal by the light of day, it wasn't pretty. Wow. Smooth move, dude. Marcy says he used to be all about the morning sex. She asks what's going on. He tells her it's work stuff and that he's stressed. She hugs him and says to pretend she's paralyzed. She falls into his arms, going limp. She pulls him onto her on the couch and says he has to shoot some glue and that she'll just lay there so he can do what he has to do. This is Lucky Louie! She kisses him. She reaches into the back of his pants and grabs at his ass. Charlie lets out a yelp, stands, and asks her what she's doing back there. She asks if he doesn't like that. How long have they been married? This territory hasn't been broached before? Charlie complains that she can't just send probes back there. He puts on his jacket to go to work, using it as an excuse to disengage. She says it was just a little finger in the ass and that she could use the little one. She wiggles her pinky. I wonder if this goes on over on Tell Me You Love Me. Charlie says he'll be late for work. He blows a lame kiss to his hot, horny wife.