Poor, unglamorous Brian -- not granted the opportunity to attend a Grateful Dead concert, and hence also denied the opportunity even to lie about it -- takes out the garbage while an unseen woman hectors him to make sure the lid's on tight. On his way to the curb, he peers into the car in the driveway and sees Angela sitting inside, watching her house across the street. He climbs in next to her, and she explains that it wasn't locked, and that she can't go home, has nowhere else to go, and is "freezing." Brian deadpans, "Are you, like, meeting someone in here?" Hey, Brian made a joke! Angela mopily (and incorrectly) opines that his remark is "so unfunny." He asks, "What about...my room?" Angela asks, "What about your parents?" He says they won't notice, since they're "balancing their joint chequing," and Angela spills the beans that hers are getting audited. Brian sardonically guesses that his are "getting a citation for, like, best penmanship on a tax return, or something." Angela asks whether she may stay in his parents' car for a while. Brian asks why she can't go home, and Angela recaps the scalped Dead tickets situation for him, only she adds the dimension of knowing that her father would be disappointed if he knew she hadn't gone to the concert. Brian observes that Angela's dad and his own are "so different." Brian busts out the salt, positions himself over Angela's wound, and asks, "Does this involve Jordan Catalano?" Wearily, Angela climbs out of the car and slams the door. Because that's inconspicuous. She starts to stomp off but Brian climbs out after her and asks, "Did you ever think that I could be doing something that does not involve you?" Like taking out the garbage? Yeah, she's sorry she interrupted you. Brian continues, "I mean, that I may not just be sitting around in case you decide, like, that moment, that you need my car?" Angela asks what he was doing, and he angrily admits, "Nothing!" She continues stomping off. He offers her his sweater, which she accepts. As she's putting it on, Brian mutters, "Just try not to sweat into it," as if that's not exactly what he wants her to do so that he can make it the centerpiece of his Shrine to Angela Chase. Angela bellows, "Why do you have to say things like that?" and as Brian's shouting something back, his mom yells at him that there's another bag of garbage inside. He yells, "I know!" Mrs. Krakow adds, "Tonight, Brian! Not next week!" Angela wanders off as AVO notes, "What's really horrible is being a witness while someone's parents orders them around. It ruins the conversation." Angela murmurs, "So, wait -- what were you saying?" Heh. Brian says, "Just -- you shouldn't act one way toward a person when you need something." As he's explaining this to her, the front door of Chase Place opens and Graham walks out with a flashlight, which he uses to illuminate the eavestrough. For some reason, Graham looks across the street and spies the sheepish pair. He shines the flashlight at Angela, who looks down. Graham looks disgusted, and goes back inside.