 Jake s total lack of bathroom hygiene is dealt with Berta s blunt way: the toilet seat is confiscated till he painstakingly redeems himself by slaving away at her job, cleaning by hand all day. Charlie cries out for help in agony as his back gave way during another duo-roll in bed, but at the last moment shies away from his long-ridiculed brother s professional chiropractor s help and insists Alan brings him to his Jewish conventional doctor in Beverly Hills, hard to find when you only remember his receptionist s first name, and he turns out dead, but Charlie is happy to find Dr. Schwartz s successor is a young female, attractive enough to forget his pain even before she injects Demerol in his butt, who alas is only happy to see him drop trou for an unprofessional reason from the past...