Sal's Breath Kills the Mood

Sal came in tell the crew that the state of his marriage had been steadily improving--they've even begun having sex again. Sal complained that he still felt restricted and/or paralyzed ("I'm like Terry Schiavo around her.") by the little things that come between them, like his supposedly-bad breath: "It's like the shit fairy comes down and dumps a load in my mouth every time I get an erection."