Is it the cheerful good humor with which you submit to playing dress up? The way your rouged cheeks crinkle when you pose for pictures? The seriousness of your tango even when dancing with a four year old?
DUKE: You know, she’s just like Robin when she was little. She’s so bright, she’s so open, and she’s so smart.
ANNA: Yeah, I think that a lot. There’s always a little bit of Robin’s soul alive, with Emma.
Maybe it’s just the way you always know exactly the right thing to say. (Yeah, that’s probably it.)
It’s a good thing Duke’s so awesome, too. Because otherwise I might be forced to write something more extensive here about the activities of Emma’s daddy while all this was going down. And really, I think my gag reflex already got enough of a work out watching those scenes the first time through.
(I don’t know that words can adequately express the level of my squirming discomfort while watching a nearly forty year old man feel compelled to ask his blushing girlfriend if this was her first time? Just picture me curled into a fetal ball on the couch, hand over my eyes, whispering “no, no, no, no,” and you’ll get the gist.)
LEAVING THIS HERE BECAUSE IT’S BEEN IN MY HEAD
ALL NIGHT. NO REASON, I’M SURE.
And I do realize this is a popular pairing in some corners, so to each their own and all. But, seriously. The Disney princess fairytale tweeness of it all has just gotten to be waaaaaaay too much for me. So much so that I couldn’t actually even enjoy the hotness of two people as attractive as Jason Thompson and Teresa Castillo getting it on. Which is sad. May the maturing of Sabrina Santiago continue now post haste!
In other news: Nikolas showed up at the hospital to lend some family support (yay!) to Alexis and Sam. He also modeled his new haircut (also yay!) and an outfit that I can only charitably guess is the result of him having seen commercials for Star Trek and wrongly assumed he was watching advertisements for a cutting edge new fashion trend:
LITTLE KNOWN FACT: THE
PURPLE UNIFORMS ARE FOR PRINCES.
He also revealed his new plan to basically use the recording of AJ’s Carly confession to blackmail him into being a good boyfriend to Elizabeth. Which… okay? I suppose that’s noble and all?
But considering AJ was at the hospital to begin with because he was bringing Liz food and coffee for an impromptu (and adorable!) work break, I think he’s got the good boyfriend angle pretty much covered all on his own at the moment:
ER BEDS: SURPRISINGLY GOOD FOR PICNICKING.
Also no, I am not oblivious to the irony of a man who knocked up a married woman while his own wife was dealing with the trauma of having been raped by his doppelganger — or a man who had a protracted affair with his brother’s ex-wife/current fiancé — passing self-righteous judgement on anyone else’s fidelity issues. Especially when the person in question wasn’t even really cheating, per se.
(Insert obligatory Ross Geller memorial “They were on a break!” here.)