Why, Caroline, Why?
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?"
Anyway, it had little effect on Rick at first because maybe it just made him think of horses and manure and, like, abusive and inhumane stable conditions or something. But of course he eventually gave in.
At, of course, the same moment that Maya was wandering up and looking in the window. This is a soap after all. What is the point of having sex if it's not in clear view of a window?
Elsewhere, Bill felt sorry for himself because his wife doesn't ask him to ride her carriage all night long and fantasized about Brooke (who has a small child but he is kept in a closet so she doesn't need to any mothering and is always available for the sex and the bedroom eyes), Dayzee continued to turn into some weird kind of snobby maniac who has forgotten her own history, Crystal Chappell finally made another appearance (yay!), and Brooke seems unable to finish that "stallion" novel that's been on her bedside table for three months. Maybe it's a stallion series? Because really, those kinds of books aren't really long-term slogs. We're not talking Finnegan's Wake here, Brooke.
It is astounding how much more fun this show is without Hope, Liam, and Steffy. But hardly surprising.