In the Girardi kitchen, we see Kevin's face from inside the microwave, looking in at his popcorn as Joan claims, "I didn't do it!" He asks her to keep it down. Helen's complaining about the egging incident and how it makes her look. Joan insists she was framed. Kevin says, in a tiny, tiny voice that reminds me of his father (Jason Ritter's, not Kevin's), "I can't hear the popping." Joan and Helen natter back and forth. When Joan claims someone basically stuck the egg carton in her hands, Helen asks, "Who would do that?" Kevin: "Mom, it's high school. Who wouldn't do that?" Helen admits that if Joan did it, part of her would understand: "He's a filthy little cockroach." Kevin looks surprised: "Nice!" Will announces he's home as Helen claims, "I didn't say that." Will says to Joan, "I thought you had to be at the bookstore?" Joan says she's on her way out: "I had to finish fighting with Mom." Kevin amuses us silently with the eating of the too-hot popcorn. She thanks her mother and kisses her, as Helen presses a lunch bag of food on her: "Take some dinner. Popcorn's not a meal." Kevin wheels toward the living room, saying he's going to watch a movie. Will asks, "Do you ever go out anymore?" Kevin: "I signed up for Netflix and they just keep coming." He disappears. Will asks Helen about her fight with Joan. Helen: "We decided to unite against a common enemy." She tells him what happened, as Joan yells once more off in the distance, "I didn't do it!" Will smiles: "Are we buying that?" Helen: "Why not? I tell you, if I'd been there, I might have lobbed a few eggs myself." Will hands her a glass of wine: "Rough day?" Helen wants to know who gives community service for egging a car. Considering it's Price, I think Joan got off lightly. I would have predicted thumbscrews. Helen says Joan's supposed to be writing a paper this weekend. Will gets the bright idea that Joan should take his paint sprayer to save time. He brags that he painted the whole garage in a weekend. Helen: "And half the lawn!" He says he was still learning how to use it. He starts rummaging in a cupboard in the laundry room off the kitchen, looking for the nozzle. He finds some "decent rollers" which he thinks will be better than the "cheapies" Joan'll be given. Helen: "It's community service, Will, not This Old House." He finds something: "Hey! My toolbox! You said it was lost." Frink: "Does it say 'Pandora' on the side?" Helen mumbles, "I don't remember that." Will: "Finally, I can fix that door!" Helen emits the most unenthusiastic, mirthless laugh I can ever remember coming out of her.