Psych! It's Olivet! Olivet and Stabler stroll down the hallway of the station house and discuss the way that Young Models Are Ruining Their Lives. Stabler asks hesitantly about "the line between dieting and anorexia…if the girl's not a model." Olivet tells him that anorexia is sometimes a way to assert control. "The more someone tries to get them to eat, the more satisfaction they get by refusing to," she says. "All you can do is just wait and watch. and you can't always be your daughter's best friend." Why, how did Olivet guess that Stabler was Taking It Personally?

Back at the Stabler Than Thou household, Stabler comes home and refuses to start a scene with Maureen the Teen. He's taking Olivet's advice. I think I should, too. Young lady, you are not going to get the satisfaction of having your bratty petulant whine-a-rama poopy snotfests recapped. If you don't like it, little missy, you can always audition for The Real World.

Chung-chung to a place called Postal Medic, some kind of online prescription mail-order service, where Benson and Stabler are trying to get Dr. O'Connor's patient list. "We're all computerized now!" brags Smarmy Mr. Business Guy. Benson tells him that Dr. O'Connor, who brings a lot of business to Postal Medic, "takes his meals intravenously and dumps in a diaper, which is something the corner pharmacy would have questioned." Smarmy Business Guy hands them the patient list. "And did we really need the attitude?" he asks. Yes, we do. We need the attitude from Benson and Stabler every week. We hate our own insignificant lives and need the attitude for our own personal satisfaction. Stabler and Benson need to snort with disgust when they find out that all of Dr. O'Connor's prescriptions were sent to the same address. And they need to nastily point out that of course nobody in Smarmy Business Guy's company even noticed. Because we all hate technology, don't we? Yes, we do! And we all hate corporate fuckheads, don't we? Yes, we do!

Then Benson and Stabler briefly stop by Cap'n Cragen's office, where Cragen tells them that Narcotics is pissed: apparently they've just crash-landed in the middle of an ongoing investigation. Benson and Stabler bitch and moan and Cragen agrees to try and hold them off. Because we all hate other units in the NYPD, don't we? Yes, we do!