Rico works on the charred remains of Mr. Jennifer's Dad while entertaining his lady friend Infinity on the phone. He is soon to be interrupted by Ruth and George, and Rico says into the phone, "Vanessa. I have to call you back, sweetie." Sitting on stack of food stamps or whatever and smoking a Kool she stole from her last john, she snarks into the phone, "Vanessa? Oh, no, he di'in't." Okay, we get it. She's a hoochie. We know she's on the pole. We don't need her giving that conversation two snaps and a circle. We know she's not high-class. Back at the house, Ruth asks Rico if Arthur left a forwarding address, but Rico says he did not. George saunters over to Rico and asks what happens to a person after he's struck by lightning. As Rico begins to explain, Ruth interrupts by screaming at Rico that she needs to get in touch with Arthur. George fixes her with a glare and demands, "Ruth. Calm. Down." Ruth does no such thing, storming out of the room with a freaked "Fine! I'll just resign myself to receiving excrement in the mail for the rest of my days on this earth." The good news? You've married a mass murderer whose killings go undetected on account of his untraceable ability to patronize you to death. Your days on this earth are ticking.
Brenda "The Swing" Chenowith enters her bedroom with a furious scowl on her face, screaming, "You little shit. I'm starting to lose patience with your sensitive male bullshit." Aren't we all! Finally, a little comeuppance in the subplot of Justin Ther-neaux and his Brenda-distracting peaux-etry. Except, not. For, you see, this is merely a role-playing exercise, and Joe's arms and legs are bound to the bed, where he lies in just his boxer briefs looking fake-scared. But just as Brenda's getting really into it and hits him with a wooden spoon, they're interrupted be a ringing doorbell that causes the fully clothed Brenda to stand stock-still and observe, "Huh. I wonder who that is." As she leaves the room, Joe tells her to close the door, and she leans in on him and scowls, "What? You don't want somebody to see you all tied up like this? Too bad, because I want the whole world to see what a twisted sister you are." Because when it's time for love, it's time for a Dee Snider reference. Brenda opens the door to find Nate on the stoop, so tortured by the loss of his one and only love that he believes it is socially appropriate to bring a six-pack of Budweiser with him on a pop-in. Y'all, he's not right. Nate notices the telltale feet sticking out from the bedroom, and Brenda tells him, "Hold on. You can meet him." Nate? Leave. Stage direction: Nate does not move.