Gonna Wash that Man

Right outta my hair and send him on his way.

So the hotsprings: it was like a miracle at Lourdes.

The divine confluence of menses and the healing waters of Calistoga wrought a change in me:
I am no longer in love with Boz.

Ring out the bells! Wring out the towels!

I looked at the picture of his knee and felt...nothing.

I have been healed.