Luke comes in as Will backpedals: "No, I love it. What? It's great." Luke sees it: "Whoa. There's a painting on the counter." Helen sighs and asks Luke what he thinks of it. Luke: "Uh, well, you know, I'm not really conversant in the technical jargon of the fine arts, but from a right-brain intuitive perspective, I'd say, aesthetically, it's very appealing." Helen: "Thank you. I think." Joan and Kevin come in, bickering. Kevin: "What part of 'please stop talking about it or I'll kick your ass' don't you understand?'" Joan: "Free speech, newspaper boy." Will asks, "How can you gear up so fast in the morning?" Joan: "Kevin doesn't want me to tell you we ran into Beth Reinhard yesterday." Kevin: "Thanks." Helen thinks that's great. Kevin doesn't want to talk about it. Joan: "Why are boys so mind-numbingly numb-minded about girls?" That's rich, coming from Joan. Kevin suddenly notices the painting and wheels over to it and says, "Wow…Mom. That's cool. I mean, it's truly terrific." Joan: "That does kinda rock, Mom." Helen: "It's nice to have kids who appreciate my work. Your dad's more of a dogs-playing-poker kind of guy." Will's annoyed: "Oh, come on, what do you want? I said I loved it." Helen: "Fine." He says he has to go and that he'll call her later. He kisses her on the cheek while she stands there stiffly. The kids sit at the table in awkward silence.