Oscar: Is everything okay?
Angela: No. Everything is not okay. The county took my cats.
Kevin: Wait, all of them?
Angela: Two sacks' worth. Apparently, my apartment complex has rules about how many pets are too many for a studio. And while I was out picking Philip up from daycare, they came. They came into my house.
Oscar: That's- That's awful, Angela. I'm so sorry.
Angela: It's the [bleep] that lives downstairs. She's this uptight, judgmental shrew. You know the type.
Kevin: I've never met anyone like that.
Angela: And they're gone. And I have no one left. Without my cats, I am utterly and completely alone.
Oscar: Angela, you still have your son.
Angela: I guess.