Charlotte, with a face full of acupuncture needles, lies on a table uncomfortably. Dr. Mao tells her to relax and find her center. He leaves the room, and then the Cuban Liberation Front starts chanting outside. She gets up and goes into the waiting room and squeals, "Hellooo! Dr. Mao! I can't find my center!" Dr. Mao has some great advice for her: "Charlotte, the city will never quiet down. You're going to have to learn how to block the noise out and hear yourself." That is fucking perfect! Now add a baby to the mix and then try to hear yourself!

Sam and Jerry have more hand-holding issues. She says she knows where he wants to put his hand, but...Jerry says, finally, at last, that he's "sick of this bullshit. Just fuckin' hold my hand!" She sighs peevishly and says okay, but just until her foot heals. Then Carrie VOs that "this is how Samantha lost her virginity to Smith," and I feel queasy.

Carrie sets up dominoes, and Bog dictates and corrects her placement. "You don't understand the delicate balance of physics involved." Carrie says she "came of age in the Parcheesi era," so he would know. Hey, you guys? You aren't actually playing dominoes, you're just making a kinetic knockety thing. And, Carrie? Wouldn't you kick his ass in Scrabble? I'm just saying. I can beat almost anyone at Scrabble. Once I even beat Sars at Literati, but then she beat me right back. ["It's only fair to mention, folks, that she didn't just beat me. She handed me my head. Goddamn Q." -- Sars] Anyway, Bog says, "So this is what we'd be like in our seventies? No sex, and board games?" Don't forget the arguing and the early bird specials. Then he goes, "Seriously, kid. You and me? The early bird special?" Jinx! Then he goes, whoa, and Carrie feels his head. He has a fever.