Amber, a few paces ahead of Patty, is snorting, "Yeah. I'd like to see it happen." Patty catches up with her and says, "Hey, you know, I really liked what you had to say in there." Amber sloughs it off, and Patty says, "I wish that I could be that --" "What, loud?" Amber scoffs, and Patty says, "No!" "Obnoxious?" Amber asks. "Forceful," Patty explains, and adds, "I'm Patty Chase." "Hi," says Amber, and Patty explains, "Angela's mom?" Amber kind of bends at the knee and leans to the side in an oddly respectful kind of effusive kowtow and coos, "Oh, WOW. Angela! Oh, Rayanne talks about her all the time. She's in love with her! She wants to be Angela," which may be the most true thing Amber ever utters on this show. Patty tightly grins, "Really! Gosh, they seem so different," and if there's a dis there Amber doesn't hear it, because she murmurs, "Oh, you know kids. They find one person and they just can't get enough of them! It's like being in love, only they're not allowed to have sex." "Riiiight," Patty sputters, keeping her smile plastered on her face, but allowing herself a second to widen her eyes in shock at Amber's familiarity as if to say, "The fuck?" Amber sits on a nearby wall and pulls out a cigarette, continuing, "No, don't you remember? There'd be, like, this one person, who had, like, perfect hair, or perfect breasts, or they were just so funny, and you just wanted to eat them up -- just live in their bed, and just be them. It's like everybody else was in black and white, and that person was in colour. Well, Rayanne thinks Angela is in colour. Major colour." Patty giggles, warming to Amber after this rather poetic description of her daughter, and then shifts gears to ask, very seriously, "So, um, how is Rayanne handling this whole incident?" Amber says that Rayanne is fine, but that she herself is a "basket case." Patty says that Angela is the same. Amber pulls open her jacket to mime Rayanne: "'Who's going to shoot me with this bod, Ma?' she says. They think they're immortal! And, they have other things on their mind." Patty nods sagely, and suddenly Amber starts shrieking gutturally and slides off the wall to seize a startled Patty by the shoulders and squeal, "Speaking of which, Jordan is unbelievable! Your daughter has complete taste." Amber exhales a jet of smoke and Patty stutters, "Excuse me?" Amber says that Rayanne showed her Jordan's yearbook picture: "If I were Angela running around with him, I wouldn't give a damn about guns in the school either." Patty tries to piece it together: "So you think that Jordan has gotten in the way, for Angela --" Amber starts shrieking again: "Ohhhh, and she was so obsessed with him all that time, and now wham! Bam! It's actually happening. But we know what that's like, right? Young love? Or lust -- what's the difference?" Patty puts her fake face back on to beam, "Wham bam. Jordan." Amber, cheerleading tryouts were twenty years ago. Simmah dahn, nah.