Jessie looks at Rick, exasperated. “I’m married,” she says. Rick’s mouth works, like he’s trying to find a nice way to say, ‘Yeah, but if we do it my way, then you won’t be married, because I will kill him, and you will be a widow, and I’ll be, like, the best NewDad ever to your sons!’ Can’t exactly put that one in a Hallmark card, can you?