Shot of Houston. An Ozzy song plays. I like Ozzy's voice a lot, though I never got into his music much. We get a shot of the Art Cows, or whatever they're called. I think Houston or Chicago was the first city for this. Texas flag. More music. (Obviously, they've somewhat gotten over Ozzy pissing on the Alamo.)

Hotel room. Ozzy's leg hurts -- he rubs it, saying what has he done to his leg. Sharon is there now, talking about how Ozzy's fucking leg hurts. She won't tell whoever she's talking to on the phone what Ozzy did to hurt it (lending credence to the Getting Drunk Falling Down theory) while she goes on that Ozzy must have been sleepwalking and fallen down. Yeah, "sleepwalking." I hear you, Sharon. Loud and clear.

Back at the house. Jack plays a "Doom"-like game while Melinda tries to get him off to school. She says she has his socks. He doesn't care. She leans in all "nice," saying that she'll give Jack "an OJ." (I think you'd have a better chance of getting him to do what you wanted if you changed the "O" to another letter, Melinda.) She also offers Jack some toast, like it's the greatest thing in the world. Jack ignores her. Jack now stands at the stove (boiling eggs?), saying that Melinda thinks that as a nanny she has to wipe his ass, tuck him in, and bring him cocoa in the morning. (We see her do this stuff -- except, thankfully, for wiping his ass.) He huffs that he's going to be sixteen in five days. (Yes, but you still piss your bed, don't you?) Melinda whines for Jack to please come, that he's already played the game all day. Jack says "two minutes." Jack voice-overs that it pisses him off and he doesn't want a nanny, but Sharon insists. Co-dependent Melinda says that Jack is already forty minutes late for school (Lord!) and she'll just call the school and say he's running late! Jack finally gets up, but then says he has to brush his teeth. When Melinda complains, Jack says that she's fired. Hee.