Ron and Dan's Anvil Annex, a.k.a. the Art Gallery. Lindsay and Justin wander through a new exhibit. Oh, right. Plot contrivance. That's what she was doing at the diner. Lindsay asks Justin what he thinks of the paintings. Justin pouts. Lindsay prompts. Justin rolls his eyes and rattles off some stuff about color and composition that I couldn't even begin to understand, let alone take the time to transcribe. They step around the anvils littering the floor and stop in front of a portrait that Lindsay calls "a sad young man." Justin nods, "Yeah, who needs to look at that?" Lindsay pokes, "Especially when you've got a mirror." Yeah, yeah, yeah. Justin ignores that comment and points to another picture that he likes better: "It's less representational, it's more spontaneous, it's more...angry." Lindsay prods, "Like what you're feeling?" Oh-kaaay. We get it. You can knock it off now. A paraplegic woman in a wheelchair rolls on over. Oh, for God's sake. She and Lindsay exchange air kisses, and Lindsay congratulates her on the show. Set phasers on "Overkill." Lindsay introduces her as Adrienne Bennett. She tells Adrienne that Justin's an artist, too, and he was just commenting on the spontaneity and anger in one of her paintings. Adrienne chuckles, "I was in a mood that day." She asks Justin what type of art he does. Justin says he doesn't anymore, actually. Adrienne snorts, "Christ, if I couldn't work, I'd wheel myself off a cliff." Anvils, anvils everywhere, over here and under there. In my hair and on the stair. Anvils, anvils, everywhere and arrgh, arrgh, arrgh! Our little blonde Exposition Fairy asks how she does it. Adrienne grins, "The way two snails fuck. Very slowly." FYI, she has a special sling that goes over her good arm, which helps her control the brush. Justin says it sounds hard. If Adrienne could shrug, she would: "What's easy besides complaining?" Lindsay rolls her eyes: "As if you never did that." Adrienne snaps, "Back off, bitch, or I'll roll over your foot." Everyone laughs, because brave women in wheelchairs are cool. Adrienne continues that she, too, was pretty upset after her accident: "In fact, I was offering big bucks to anyone who would shoot me." She intuits that Justin is probably feeling the same way. Adrienne sighs, "It ain't the end of the world, kid. Unless you want it to be." Then she asks Justin to pick a painting, because she wants to give him one.