PMJS is packing up his office. He grabs a bunch of For Dummies books (Counselling for Dummies, Older Women for Dummies, Living with Your Mom for Dummies) and puts them in a box. Joan comes in to find out what's going on. She asks if he was fired. He says he resigned: "Chelsea recanted but I resigned anyway." Joan: "Why?" He replies: "I shouldn't be here. You showed me that." Joan says that's not what she meant to show him. PMJS: "Underachieving, acting like a child, my life going nowhere…and the thing is, I never would have had the courage to face that, if this horrible thing hadn't happened, so, you know what? Thank you, for helping make it horrible." She asks what he's going to do now. He doesn't know: "Hit the road, follow my bliss…all that Joseph Campbell stuff. The truth is, I was afraid to try to be great, so I settled for mediocre. But once you hit rock bottom, you lose your fear, and it's fantastic." And then, with any luck, you figure out what colour your parachute is, and you stop talking in clichés. Joan: "What about your mother?" He says he's moving out. Joan wonders how she's taking it. PMJS: "She'll get over it…when I tell her. I'm telling her tonight." Suddenly Lischak comes in the door, asking, "Is it true?" He stands up: "Elaine?" She says, "Just tell me if it's true." He asks, "Which part?" Lischak: "You're quitting? Going on the road? Throwing off the shackles?" He assures her, "Shackle-free." Something about these two makes me doubt the complete absence of shackles, if you know what I'm saying. Lischak: "Leaving your mom?" PMJS: "Telling her tonight." Joan keeps looking increasingly uncomfortable. Lischak: "Haircut?" PMJS: "Nope." She gives him a look. He relents: "A little." She stares at him seductively and tells Joan, "You're excused, Girardi." Joan vamooses as Lischak throws off her lab coat and, giggling, throws herself at PMJS, who flashes her a great big grin as he grabs her. Lose the wonky sitcom music and sound effects, please.