Oh, it gets worse.
Celeste: " How many kids do you have, Peter?"
Peter: "Two. Boy and a girl."
Celeste: "I love boys and girls."
...Gross. Everything she says now feels like this creepy double entendre that you don't understand right now but in a couple of hours it'll click and you'll just be like, "Oh, yuck."
Celeste: "Very domestic. What ages?"
Peter: "16 and 14. The sixteen-year-old is okay, but God the younger one's a hassle."
Celeste: "Kids, Will. Peter here has kids. With his wife. His wife Alicia. Will, kids."
Celeste: "I don't like 'em, really. I don't get it."
Peter: "You get them if you've got them."
Celeste: "I don't know about that. I'm too selfish."
Will: "And fucking nuts. You're too nuts."
Celeste: "Hey Will, have you ever met his kids? Alicia never brought them to work, or...?"
Peter and Will both get physically ill that she's doing this, at this point. The plausible deniability -- for her, not for Will of course -- just evaporates, and it is sickening and sad. Will finally just gets this depressed, disgusted look on his face about her behavior and takes off
Even Peter Is Like: "Man, that poor guy. You really crapped on his day just now, hinting around that he's fucking my wife and all that. You are really a goddamn piece of work."
Old Woman: "The Lottery Control Board? Why, did we win the lottery?"
Kalinda: "Yes, you did. For five hundred imaginary dollars! Can I 'use your bathroom'?"
Old Woman: "I'll just be out here in the parlor, planning on how best to spend that money. I'm thinking health care supplies for my diabetes. Maybe a bird so that I don't die of loneliness. I wonder how much a bird costs, in imaginary dollars."
Kalinda rips the shit out of the lotto person's bedroom -- he's a young feller that just moved back in with his mom, it's this economy -- and what do you know, it's the surly Gen X fishmonger that thinks we owe him the world. And guess what is in his underwear drawer? That's right. Secret underwear money.
Round about this time, that Old Lady starts yelling her ass off, all, "OH HI DEAR DID YOU HAVE A NICE DAY" and all of this mess, as if to specifically warn Kalinda about how the dangerous fishmonger is inside the house, and just as the old woman is explaining about the lottery winnings and how they will never go hungry again and finally things are looking up, you see Kalinda running to her car, having exited the house in some nonstandard fashion. So I guess in the end that old lady will just die alone and poor, which is what she was before Kalinda showed up. But at least she got to meet Kalinda.