Anyway. The doctor's led the Girardis to the door of Olive's hospital room. As they enter, a nurse is doing something with the tube in Olive's arm. Olive tells them not to look at her, complaining that the nurses won't give her a brush or her own clothes. Helen says gently that they don't care. Olive snaps, "I do! I care!" Then the nurse sticks her, causing her to complain and wonder aloud why the hell they don't just stick her in her legs, where she's paralyzed. Kevin volunteers, "It's a blood flow issue. I -- I used to ask the same thing." As the nurse silently leaves Olive's bedside, Olive snipes, "Nice chatting with you…Mrs. Mengele!" No one says anything. Olive regards the small container on her bed tray: "Processed juice drink…how do they expect anybody to get healthy drinking chemicals?" She chortles a bit. Me: "Damn straight." Frink: "Yeah, yeah." Joan offers to get Olive some magazines. Like, say, Curmudgeon Life, The Food Insects Newsletter, and Amateur Anthropology Digest? Olive declines, saying she just wants to get the hell out of there. Helen: "Soon…they said they're looking for a care facility." Olive: "Stick me with some drooling old people? Why don't they just shoot me? Give me some water. At least they can't ruin that." Helen pours some water and Olive struggles to take it with her right hand. Helen: "Why don't you use the other…" Olive insists she's fine. She lifts the cup to her mouth with some difficulty, but fumbles it just as she's about to drink. Helen tries to help but Olive barks, "Get out!" Kevin starts to say that things like that happen all the time, but Olive just barks again: "All of you!" They leave as she keeps telling them to get out.