At Chase Place, Patty is looking drawn. In the background, Danielle whatever. Patty and Graham, both sitting at a dining-room table covered with piles of paper, rub their eyes. Graham says that Neil told him they were "crazy" to try to prepare for the audit without an accountant. Patty agrees. Isn't it enough that I have to pay Über's corporate taxes -- I have to write about taxes, too? Okay, fine. Patty says her dad won't agree to hire an accountant. Graham reminds her that if her dad fucked something up, they -- Patty and Graham, who are now in charge of the business from which her father's retired -- will have to pay for it. Patty knows Graham's right. I wonder if this desk chair folds down into a cot? Graham asks where Angela is. Patty says she's in her room with Rayanne. Graham pouts that Angela "hasn't said two words to [him] all week," and Patty ruefully invites him to "join the club." Suddenly she snaps her head up and tells him she almost forgot that an appointment had been set with the woman from the IRS: Thursday at 4 PM. Graham says that'll be easy for him to remember: "It's the same day as the concert." Patty's neck gets all out of joint and she snips, "What?" Graham breezily says he forgot to tell her that he'd been given tickets to the concert. In disbelief, she replies, "You're kidding." Graham wheedles, "Oh, honey, come on! It's the Dead!" Patty actually prostrates herself before him on the dining-room table (yes, that's right: Patty uses a piece of furniture for a purpose other than that for which it was built) and basically tells him (though she tries to be cute about it) that there's no way he's going to follow their audit with a trip to a rock concert. A car horn honks outside. Patty says, "Amberrrrr!" the way we're to believe lumberjacks say "Timberrrr!" and Graham goes upstairs to get Rayanne.