Berta deals with Jake's total lack of bathroom hygiene in her own blunt way: she confiscates his toilet seat until he painstakingly redeems himself by slaving away at her job, cleaning by hand all day. Charlie cries out for help in agony: his back has gone out during another duo-roll in bed, but at the last moment he shies away from his long-ridiculed brother's professional chiropractor's help and insists that Alan take him to his conventional Jewish doctor in Beverly Hills. This noble man is hard to find because Charlie can only remember his receptionist's first name--and when he gets there Dr. Schwartz turns out to be dead. But Charlie is happy to discover that Dr. Schwartz's successor is a young female, attractive enough to forget his pain even before she injects Demerol in his butt. Alas, she is only happy to see him drop trou for an unprofessional reason from the past.
—KGF Vissers