Dirty Sexy Money

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Couch Baron: B | 149 USERS: B-
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Wait, what city is this? Okay, Nick's fast asleep with his head on his desk when Kiki brightly wakes him up; Lisa, chipper herself, mentions that she needs to get some new suits for Nick while hanging up a change of clothes and putting a cup of coffee in front of him. Said coffee is in one of those generic cups you'd get at any corner deli, because the George family would rather give that extra dollar to an underprivileged family than spend it on a mega-corporation like Starbucks. It's nice that the show is willing to forego product-placement fees for the sake of consistent characterization. Nick apologizes, saying he stayed at the office "again," and I'm sure the clients of his who get their contracts back with drool mixed in with the red-line comments will appreciate that. Lisa tells him it's okay, but Nick grumbles that he's not sure how he's supposed to help people if he can't even make time to write the checks. You know, Nick, you could hire someone to help you out with the administrative work for twenty bucks an hour. Given how much money you're giving away, that's hardly likely to knock down your charity rating. This is one of those points that bugs me -- I get that Nick wants to give as much money as possible to charity. Really. I GET IT. But if it's to the point where he's so slammed that he can't even give the money away effectively, it's time to get some help, even if that interferes with his folksy, do-it-yourself style. Anyway, Daisy arrives and shepherds Kiki away for some girl talk, leaving Lisa to mention that she's similarly crazed "hanging this new show at the gallery," and also, she misses her husband. Nick: "Yeah, me too. He's a great guy." Heh. Lisa babbles about the Darlings, and I appreciate the fact that she's switched to being sincerely supportive, but...she's still babbling, so let's skip to the part where Nick says he'll take her out to dinner the next night. Sure, I guess the kids in the local parochial school can eat circus animal meat and drink "malk" for a couple more days.

At Darling Estates, Letitia begs Tripp to say something. Tripp: "You've just admitted to me that you've been an adulteress for forty years. Forgive me if I'm short on words." No forgiveness necessary -- it makes my job a lot easier. Letitia cries that they haven't shared a bed "for weeks," which: boo frickin' hoo. Tripp asks if all the kids are his, and Letitia quickly responds in the affirmative, but her authority in the answer offends him: "The thought that you can be so sure, that such attention was paid to such a prolonged, continuous insult!" Well, I'm not really defending her, but that does seems better than dropping bastard children all over the place. Just ask Brian. Tripp calls the whole thing sordid...

Dirty Sexy Money