Joan brings some garbage out to the garage, where her mother is sitting sadly. Helen: "Hey, what are you doing?" Joan, cheerily: "Purging!" Helen: "Everything you own?" Joan: "Yes!" Helen: "That your father and I paid for?" Joan asks her mother what she's doing. Helen: "Agonizing." Joan noticed. Helen indicates her painting, and adds, "Especially with that staring at me." She sighs. Joan decides to be helpful by throwing a tarp over the painting. Helen freaks: "Hey, don't touch that!" They start bickering -- Joan was just trying to help, Helen resents being interrupted, Joan was just taking out the garbage -- until Helen hollers, "Don't touch my painting!" Joan: "Okay! Chill!" Helen, in her most threatening tone: "Don't tell me to chill!" Yikes. Joan looks somewhat bewildered by Helen's vehemence, and her expression causes Helen to say, "Oh, God, I'm sorry. I have to recreate that and I don't know what I'm doing." Joan, still willing to be helpful, asks, "Well -- well, what were you thinking about when you painted this one?" Helen says it was different: "It was a burst." Joan: "From you. So burst again. What's the problem?" Helen suddenly takes a whiff of Joan and asks, "Is that you?" Joan says proudly that it is. Helen informs her: "You stink." Joan: "Thank you." Helen, the Southern belle coming out in her expression: "Why do you stink?" Joan makes a dramatic gesture across her face and replies, "Because I am not vain. Caring about your appearance is soulless expression of vanity." Helen: "If you've been smoking marijuana, honey, you need to tell me." Heh. Joan explains she's freeing herself from the media's ideals of feminine beauty. Helen: "And you're doing this by stinkin' and lookin' like hell." Joan starts to reply, and then just apologizes for interrupting her mother. Helen apologizes for yelling, adding, "Get your clothes out of the garbage and go take a shower." Joan: "I like me…just the way I am. Focus on your bursting." She leaves, and Helen sits down again, dejected. She looks at her good painting again and then flies at it with a tarp. Good work by both Mary and Amber in that scene: very convincing interplay of moods and emotions. However, Joan just had this epiphany about vanity and appearances earlier today -- and she stinks already? Huh? Sorry, but I can't help paying attention to timelines. Maybe she just put on some dirty clothes, I don't know.