Caroline Spencer, why must you ruin the lovely clip-clop-clip-clop of Central Park horse carriages for me for the rest of my life?
Because seriously, this happened yesterday.
Caroline: So, then you should grab a bottle of champagne and take a carriage ride through Central Park. That's what I used to do on nights like this.
Rick: This is not New York, Caroline.
Caroline: No. But I'm New York. And you can ride in my carriage all night.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! My ears, my ears!
I don't know why I should be surprised, as this is the same show that came up with, "I'm a 1200cc twin-pipe crotch-rocket ready to burn rubber on that heart o' yours. How can you say no to that?"