In their tiny, tiny bathroom, Christopher and Adriana attempt to get ready to go out. Christopher shaves while Adriana applies her eleventeenth coat of mascara. Christopher disgustedly asks, "Irritable bowel syndrome?" Adriana says that they're still waiting for test results, and that she has to bring in a stool sample. Christopher is grossed out, and Adriana reminds him that he forced her to go to the doctor in the first place. Christopher wonders if he needs to know every detail. Who knew Christopher was such a delicate flower? Adriana, looking for some sympathy, says that she could be really sick. Christopher says that his Aunt Josephine had "her whole asshole rotted out." Who's giving every detail now? Adriana isn't getting the sympathy she wanted, so she tells Christopher that she may have to go into therapy, and that she's going on Prozac. Christopher skeptically asks, "For diarrhea?" Adriana says it's to handle stress, which is what causes her problem in the first place. Christopher asks what she has to be stressed about. Adriana pouts sadly and suggests that she's stressed about "war" and "the Middle East." Christopher thinks the President has everything under control, and that soon America will control the world. He's an idiot and he votes! Actually, he probably doesn't vote. Actually, he's a fictional character, so I need to let it go. It's not exactly the reaction Adriana was hoping for. Christopher walks over and kisses her tenderly, and then continues his ablutions.