Patty shows Camille out, and the two of them have their heads together, murmuring, presumably about the "hardware"; the girls appear, and Camille invites them to stay at the Cherskis' for the weekend, but Angela says no thanks. Camille leaves, taking her naughties with her, and Patty folds her arms and mock-glares at Angela. Angela, laughing: "What?" Patty asks if Angela kicked Danielle out of the kitchen. "No," Angela says, glaring at Danielle as she flounces past, then concedes with a shrug, "Mom, she was being impossible." Patty lectures her on how it's "a really big responsibility" staying home alone with Danielle all weekend, and I think I had the same "discussion" with my own mother a billion times. My parents would come home from an evening out, and I'd turn off the TV and head for bed, and Ma would ask, "So, how'd it go?" and I'd say "fine," and then my brother would sing-song down from the top of the stairs, "She locked me out of the baaaaasement while she watched MTV!" and my mother would get That Look, so I'd explain that David "was, like, being, like, a total pest!" and my mother would deliver a monologue on how "watching your little brother means watching him, Sarah!" and I never understood that -- like, if there's a fire, or he cuts off one of his fingers making a toaster-oven pizza, I'll handle it, but until disaster strikes, I don't want to hang out with him, because he's ten years old and we have nothing in common. Angela whatevers that she's watched Danielle before, and Patty wryly refers to "the time [Angela] put her in the dryer" -- hee! -- and Angela objects that "that was so long ago!" and she can't believe Patty's still talking about that. Again, reminiscent of my own family, in which the fact that I carved my name into a table in the den -- at the age of five, and frankly I think my mother should have seen the big picture, namely that I could spell -- still gets brought up at regular intervals, in spite of 1) having happened twenty-three years ago and 2) my mother's still not having replaced said table, probably so she could continue to give me grief about it twice a year.