Haley: She won't even let me go to a concert.
Claire: Overnight with her boyfriend. [Dede laughs] What are you laughing at?
Dede: Oh, karma's a funny thing, that's all. Remember Ricky?
Claire: Oh, god.
Haley: Oh, who's Ricky?
Claire: No one.
Dede: Ricky was your mother's boyfriend, And he looked like Charles Manson. And one night, she didn't come home until 4:00 in the morning.
Haley: 4? Wow. Wow, Mom, what were you and Ricky doing?
Claire: Nothing. We were doing nothing, and he was a very sweet boy, which you might have known if you bothered to get to know him.
Haley: Dylan's a sweet boy.
Claire: [scoffs] Dylan. Dylan is no Ricky. Ricky- Ricky was a poet.