Will arrives home. Helen's sitting on the couch writing something and listening to music. He announces, "I did something horrible today." He explains that it was work-related. "Believe me, I'd rather have eaten the crickets." He starts fixing himself a drink and offers one to Helen. She accepts. He brings the drinks over and sits down. Helen says, "I've been thinking." Will: "Oh, that's when I get concerned…" He puts his drink down. Helen says she thinks they have to take Olive in, at least until she's able to function on her own again. Will: "Helen, this is a woman who stays in a motel when she visits because she doesn't approve of how we live." She stays in motels? What, there are no yurts for rent in Arcadia? Will: "Let her yell at the people at the rehab place -- they get paid for that." Hmm. I hear a chorus of people who work in "rehab places" shouting, "Not nearly enough, bub!" Helen tries to say something in defense of her idea but Will wants to know, "How could you possibly think this could ever work out?" Helen: "I don't know, I saw Joan with that horrible cat --" Will: "Okay, fine, if we keep her in a cage." Helen points out their house is already adapted for wheelchair use, and they already know how to take care of a disabled person. She adds, "She sat with my mother when she was dying…transformed the hospital room, made it look just like her bedroom at home. She's family." Will blinks. Frink: "Oooh. Hit the Italian with the 'family' brickbat." Helen: "Don't we have to?" Will reaches for his drink.