Hannah sits on Amy's bed and tells about how sad Topher looked when she broke up with him. Amy: "Like you shot his puppy?" Heh. Hannah says it's exactly like that. Bright comes to Amy's door and interrupts, "What was so horrible?" Amy gives Bright a meaningful look, and tells him that Hannah and Topher broke up. Hannah adds, "I'm a puppy killer!" and buries her head in a pillow. Amy gives Bright a "talk to her" look. Bright raises an eyebrow all, "NOW?" Amy gives him another look, like, "Yes, fool." Bright chickens out and walks off. Amy tells Hannah she's going to get her some ice cream, and catches up with Bright. "Where are you GOING?" Bright says he's going to the damn kitchen. Amy asks why he isn't up there with Hannah, making her feel better and telling her he's in love with her. Bright says first of all, he doesn't love her, and secondly, he doesn't know how he feels at all. Amy doesn't know what he's talking about. Bright, rummaging in the refrigerator for sandwich products, says he doesn't either: maybe he likes her, maybe it's gas. Heh. Amy pushes him, hard. "You are so lame! NOW you don't know how you feel? Now that it's actually possible, and you don't know." Bright holds up a tomato: "The heart's a complicated little organ." Amy says she never knew what a coward he was. Bright invites Amy to bite him. Amy can't believe he is so freaked out by the possibility of something real that he's going to ruin the best thing that ever happened to him. "I feel sad for you, Bright. I really do." Bright goes on making his sandwich, pondering how he just got told by his stupid little sister.
Nina's. Dimples pushes a bunch of buttons on his remote control, curses, then throws the thing across the room. Nina comes in and asks him if he just threw that. Dimples says he's pushed every friggin' button on the thing, and still can't get the DVD player to work. Nina thinks maybe it's not plugged in right. Dimples: "Nina, give me a break." He says he'll figure it out, and storms out the door. Nina's like, "Dude, I was just asking. What's your problem?" Dimples says he could ask the same of her; he knows something's bothering her, he just doesn't know what it is, and right now he doesn't have time to charm it out of her. Nina says she knows it's stressful. Dimples says what's adding to his stress level is the prospect of moving in with someone who can't be honest with him -- or maybe she can, but only by being passive-aggressive. "So why don't you just tell me what it is, and we'll deal with it." Nina doesn't waste any time: "I found your Percocet. It freaked me out." Dimples starts to laugh, and explains that he twisted his ankle skiing last winter, and his partner prescribed him some painkillers. Nina: "You took Percocet for a twisted ankle." Dimples says he sure did, and now the secret's out that he's a big baby when it comes to pain. Nina is visibly relieved, and Dimples tells her she should have just asked. Nina knows, she says, it's just all the stuff that happened before. Dimples assures her that just because he was doling out prescriptions to other people doesn't mean he was taking them himself. "You just got to talk to me. Otherwise, look how much time we waste." Nina agrees, and Dimples goes off to run some errands. Nina is left standing there with a "Silly old me!" look on her face.