Patch busts in on Rinda and one of her "patients," who had told Patch he cancelled because his migraine subsided. The patient tells Patch that it did, after Rinda worked her Oriental magic on him. He says he used one of Rinda's half-off coupons. Rinda excuses herself and Patch, and shoves her brother out of the office. She totally has the Melrose Place "KILL!" face, and it's making me nostalgic for Evil Marcia Cross. Rinda tells Patch not to barge in when she's with a patient. Patch says he can't get anything done because of her stupid chimes and incense. He calls her "Dr. Fu Manchu." Hee. Patch tells her that she can do whatever she wants in her Office of Zen, but "out here? Sanity, civilization, and air freshener!" He stalks off, still bitching about how he's barely got the patients trained to not pay him with livestock and summer squash, and here Rinda is having sales. They both slam their office doors. Ah, sibling squabbles. How cute.
Treat's Office. He's on the phone with somebody about Daddy Hart's drinking problem -- something about a new drug trial that is supposed to make you quit drinking. Nina comes to the door. Treat-Grins and motions her in, still on the phone. Nina tries to tell him what happened at her lawyer's. Treat talks to her and the person on the line at the same time. Nina feels ignored. She totally is. The point is, Nina is still torn about her divorce, Treat says he would support her and he isn't, and now she's all upset. And, Nina? Get a stylist, honey. Your hair is WRONG. Three-inch roots are only cute if you're...no, wait. They're never cute. EVER. Call Miss Clairol if you have to, but fix that shit. ["And also, don't be all sad-puppy-face when people can't listen to your personal problems at THEIR WORK. God." -- Sars]
Brown House. Ephram is playing a loud and violent video game, and we all know who's going to object to that, don't we? That's right. Madison Fucking Poppins. She comes in and...wait for it...turns off the TV. Ephram's all, "What the f...?" Madison gleefully tells him that video games are bad for Delia, and if she sees Ephram playing, she's going to want to play, too. Madison tells him he's done. She also tells him to set the table, again. Ephram, darling, CALL ME. I'll help you kick her monotonic ass. Ephram does just fine on his own, though; he tells Madison that she doesn't get to tell him to set the table, when to eat, or what to do. Then he fires her. No, seriously. Madison tries to protest while he's pushing her out the door. Madison tells him he's making a big mistake. His only mistake is that he's too nice to use physical violence on you, sister. Delia walks in just as Ephram is shutting the door and asks, "Is dinner ready yet?" Aw.