Anna, still in her PJs, still in the car, tells a story about how she loved to lie down in the back of her dad's pickup truck and enjoy the vibrations. Also, when everyone was gone, she'd take her mom's vibrator "and get off that way too." She makes the same motor noise for the truck and the vibrator sound.

Anna presses her hands to her face and says she wants some "bad-ass shit" to knock her out. "You know, Vicodin ain't gonna cut it." Ding ding ding! Drink, everybody.

Anna gets out of the car, pouting hugely. Howard says to think of all the pain she's been in -- this can't be as bad. Excellent words of comfort, Howard. Anna stumbles and almost falls in the parking garage.

Now they're in the elevator. Anna is still pouting. She sighs and crosses herself. What, is she Catholic now? She VOs that the last time she went to the dentist, she "had a really bad panic attack and went out screaming." She turns to the camera and pouts. Howard says she was "really scared, but today, hopefully things go a little bit better." Yeah. Anna says she hopes they "knock [her] out good!" She pretends to not see the door and walks by. Howard grabs her and says, "Seriously." They go inside.