This is just one worst idea in a long history of worst ideas, conceived both on his own and in cahoots with Tony. It's definitely the worst idea of the day at the very least.

"I'm thinking the green makes you pretty popular around here," he says with all the care of someone facing down a rottweiler that might want to pounce on him for the kill or to lick him to death. The problem is not knowing which way it's going to go.

She's also tall, which means he has to raise up on his tiptoes to see past her to ensure Tony's not irretrievably broken. "How, uh... How'd you know how to find us?"