Damn, Nicky, no sense of self-preservation. He sets himself up again and again. It's almost painful to watch. Not so painful I can pass this up, it's too rich.

I give Nick the saddest look I can manage when I'm biting the side of my tongue to keep from laughing, then turn back to Karen. "You know, I don't. I had some." I kinda shrug, hang dog. "But when he broke things off between us last year, I just couldn't stand to look at them anymore," I say, and put just enough bitch into it to make it questionable.