Nick comes into the bedroom and opens the curtains, and a sleepy Lisa asks what time it is. Nick tells her it's nine, and he let her sleep in -- he made Kiki breakfast, and then went to a gallery. Lisa asks what gallery is open that early, but he says he made some "special arrangements." He adds that he wanted to get her painting back, but someone else had already bought it, and he wants to apologize for being controlling and cheap, and he's just been mad at himself because he's been sitting on his ass not doing anything with the Darlings' money. She smiles and accepts his apology, and then...

...we see that he's bought three smaller paintings of the same stupid ants. Lisa's thrilled, and I know that the lesson here was not to be cheap, but I still hope you paid less than six grand per ant, Nick.

At the breakfast table, Tripp sits down next to Brian Jr. and says something in Swedish, and then follows up by explaining, "That is Swedish for 'You speak English.'" Heh. He bids Brian Jr. good morning, and Brian Jr. pauses like, "Is it safe to talk now?" before reciprocating. Letitia smiles: "Don't worry. He won't eat you." The kid survived Mei Ling Hwa, Letitia. He's tougher than he looks. Karen is the only one who hasn't been brought up to speed (she's the only Darling kid here besides Brian) and she smiles at Brian Jr. and tells him he's the luckiest orphan in the world. Brian and Letitia tell her the real deal, and when she learns that Brian is the father, she tells Brian Jr., "Sorry." Karen, it's just too bad you weren't there for The Tinkly Piano Of Mended Ways earlier. No one can resist it!

At the club, Brian gives Freddy a couple of words of encouragement. I really don't know what Patrick thinks is going to happen here -- does he think a boozy golf pro doesn't know a thing or two about schmoozing? Proving my point, the first two guys to whom Patrick introduces Freddy practically drip saliva onto the floor in praising his short game. They tell Patrick he should put Freddy up for membership, and Patrick's like, of course! That was my idea all along! Given that I have been in unseemly public adoration with Freddy for a while, I feel it's not bandwagoning to say this: Shut up, Patrick.