Back at Marion's apartment. Having picked out a pattern, she begins to change her wallpaper. When she unrolls her new wallpaper, a tiny figure runs across it. She gasps and drops the roll of wallpaper. Yes, Marion, you can still catch pubic lice even if all of your sexual partners wear condoms. Fortunately, there are many over-the-counter remedies you can get easily and cheaply from your local drugstore. Just remember to wash all your bedding and underwear in really hot water.
What could be more ironic than a Martha Stewart/K-Mart ad in the middle of a show about evil interior decoration components?
Marion's apartment. Marion begins attacking the wallpaper with a scraper, but is momentarily delayed by a special effect (i.e. the Avid widening filter).
Satori's house of potpourri and vanilla-scented candles. Comic portion of tonight's show. Satori's client is one of those balding power-suit wearing sleazy guys with a Queens accent who wants to know what to do with all the women he's screwing around with. Dr. Mark enters, and Satori gives him a subtle wink as if to say, "Go wait behind the Pier One import beaded curtain until I'm done with Sleazebag here."
Back at Marion's apartment, Marion cuts her finger on the wallpaper scraper. Back at Satori's, Mark feels Marion's pain. Marion brings her finger up to her lips really slowly and licks it. Fortunately for my gag reflex, there is no reaction shot of Dr. Mark. As Marion fills the water chamber of her steamer, there is lovely shot of how prominent her hipbones are against her jeans. Yes Marion, you are thin. Thanks for sharing. She plugs the steamer in and starts to steam the wallpaper, but all these bad-ass electric things start happening to her which made it impossible to continue. Her ceiling starts to cave in, and Mark gets an empathy attack and convinces Satori to leave her sleazy suit-wearing client in the middle of a session to go save Marion. "What the hell is this?" asks the sleazy client as Satori gets up to leave. "Stop messin' with your secretary," says a newly ballsy Satori. "She's thinkin' of suing you for harassment. Take the under on the Dolphins game and don't drive down 5th Street Tuesday morning unless you want to get T-boned by a moving van." She takes off, leaving sleazy client by himself to write down what she just said. And can I just point out that there is no 5th Street in the Greater Boston area?