Patty's ears perk up in the kitchen. The amazing living-room-to-kitchen acoustical dynamics factor in once again as Angela is heard talking about how Rickie seems scared to go home. Graham and Patty creep over to listen. "Oh my God," says Graham.
Back in the living room, Angela and Brian are sitting by the fire. Angela fiddles with the crèche and sticks Baby Jesus in the manger as she says, "You will not believe where [Rickie's] been sleeping." Got that now? Rickie is like the baby Jesus here. Actually, it's a really subtle little reference. If this was Dawson's Creek, for example, a freak Cape Cod wind would have blown open a window and knocked over the ceramic Christmas village, and a big chunk of broken cottage would have flown across the room and hit a "Home Sweet Home" sampler on the wall. And then there'd be a hurricane. Anyway, Angela tells Brian about the warehouse and how weird and scary it is: "All these kids, just like live there." "What kids?" asks Brian not understanding, or maybe too horny to concentrate. "Kids, Brian," says Angela. "There are kids who, like, have nowhere to live! Don't you know that?" "What, you go to, like, one abandoned warehouse, and suddenly you're this, like, expert on homeless people?" snaps Brian. Heh, Brian. "Shut up," says Angela. She thinks for a moment. "It's just that they're like, normal. Like there's this one girl. And when you're talking to her, it's like you forget that, you know, that there's any difference between you." Brian asks if the warehouse is "that place on Roscoe by the bowling alley." Angela says no, it's on Tennessee Avenue.
Meanwhile in the kitchen: "Oh, my God," Patty says in horror. Oh, is she alarmed that Rickie's homeless? That kids are squatting in warehouses? Uh, no. She's freaked out just because Angela was there. "Do you realize what could happen to her in a place like that?" Patty gasps. Especially if she has spare change on her? Graham is trying to calm Patty down, but she starts insisting that they have to "do something -- do the right thing." "Who are you, Spike Lee?" says Graham. Heh, Graham.