We get it, Katie: YOU'RE A NICE PERSON.

You're perky. You're smart. You're a single mother, a cancer crusader, and gosh darnit, people like you.  

But how, exactly, did this happen...?

BARRY: Katherine!

KATIE: Barry! Fancy meeting you here, in the middle of Central Park.

BARRY: Well, as they say: the early bird gets the worm.

KATIE: Huh?

BARRY: Never mind. In more pressing news, I seem to have mired my car in the snow.

KATIE: Really? It doesn't look very "mired" to me.

BARRY: Well, looks can be deceiving. Remember when you took over the CBS Evening News, and it "looked" like it was going to be a ratings cakewalk?

KATIE: There's nothing wrong with my ratings, Barry. And stop trying to distract me from the issue at hand: forgive me if I'm wrong, but doesn't the Maserati GranCabrio transmission come with an "ICE Mode"?

BARRY: I've no idea what you're talking about.

KATIE: You know, a button you push to help navigate ice and, presumably, snow.

BARRY: [Blank stare]

KATIE: Okay, fine, I'll lend a hand, but I'd have thought you'd keep a traveling companion in the trunk for just these sort of problems.

BARRY: Oh, I do, but he's far too busy documenting my fabulous life to tackle menial labor. Look, if you push, I'll have him snap a photo of you in action, saving the day. That ought to make your publicist happy.

KATIE: I suppose it couldn't hurt. Here we go. [Katie throws her weight against the front fender]

BARRY: Hmm. I appreciate the effort, but you might have better luck attacking from behind.

DILLER'S PHOTOG: That's what HE said!

[Katie Couric, Twitpic, via Robin Wauters, John Voelcker]