Episode Report Card Erin: A | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Get it on. Bang a Vaughn. Get it on.
By Erin | Season 2 | Episode 12 | Aired on 01.11.2003
Center For Wailing Ovaries And Women Who Wish They Had Something More To Do Than Sit On The Sofa Eating Popcorn And Providing "Real Life" Moments For Their Super-Secret Spy Friends. Syd and Foolio are chillin' and chompin' on the sofa. Foolio says something about blood tests. Fortunately for Merrin Dungey, The Clown College Of Moronic Make-Up has left the building. Unfortunately for Merrin Dungey, this seems to mean that all of the make-up went with them. What, so, one week she has the Serious Seventies Slut look going for her, and the next she's got the Agnes Of God Why Don't I Have Even Mascara On palette? The hell? Actually, I'm being a little harsh. She looks fine. Pretty, even. I guess I just must be recovering from the shock of not seeing eighteen layers of sparkly robin's-egg blue eye-shadow slapped across her eyelids.
Foolio's all, okay, I had this blood test and there was this guy there, giving blood, and he's cute, and I look over and smile at him and guess what happens? Syd looks up and says, "He fainted?" in this kind of bored voice. Foolio's all, what? Where you THERE? You just GUESSED that? Way to steal my thunder, by the way. Syd's all, oh, calm down. It's that whole blood sugar thing. What, did you think he fainted because you were so PRETTY? Oh. I guess you did. Foolio's all, yeah-huh! Here I am thinking the dude fainted because of my smile (which, considering how damn bright her smile is, isn't totally out of the realm of possibility) and that's pretty cool and you go and piss on my parade. Thanks, Syd. Thanks a lot. Remind me not to get you anything for your birthday.
By the way, says Foolio, mentally making a note to short-sheet Syd's bed while she's in the bathroom, anything about Michael? Syd's all, nah. Not gonna be, either. He's totally worth fantasizing about. I mean, not. Not fantasizing about. NOT. That "not" is important, right? Foolio's all, okay. Right. Get your coat. We're going for cocktails. Syd's all, oh, no, Foolio. I can't. I have to wash my face and set my alarm and go save a Third World country tomorrow. Foolio's all, dude? I'm serious. You need a Cosmo the size of Indonesia right now. Move it! A short while later, Syd and Foolio are sippin' and quippin' at The Plot Device Diner. What, because there are no other BARS IN L.A.? ["At least they aren't at Shooters." -- Sars]
As Syd and Foolio get their groove on, Vaughn and his extremely sexy unbuttoned oxford are typing up their report for Kendall. It's not really a necessary scene, but as I've said before, I'd tune in to watch Michael Vartan cleaning the grout on his bathroom tile with a toothbrush and some bleach, so necessary isn't really an issue with me, per se.
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