Episode Report Card Gwen: D | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Who Nose
By Gwen | Season 4 | Episode 10 | Aired on 11.28.1999
On the grassy lawn of the college, Shana is perusing an NYU brochure. Matt sneaks up behind her making a Boris Karloff noise and kisses her, and she guiltily slams the brochure into a notebook or something. "So what's in the bag?" Miss Sneaky wants to know. Dopey hands her three pounds of Saran Wrap and a little piece of something green. Oh, it's a sandwich. Matt made it himself. Chickenhead becomes very sad. Matt tells her it's not a big deal, it's not like he shot the turkey. Tell it to Fiona Apple, Matt. You're not getting any sympathy! Shana gets ready to bawl and shoves it into her mouth. Then we're switched to another camera just in time to see a little piece of food stretching between her mouth and the retreating sandwich. Then Matt caresses her hair while Chickenhead sobs through the turkey that she doesn't want him worrying about her because he has enough to take care of blah blah. Um. Yeah. What with having to go home and clean out his mom's fridge twice a day, I guess he is kind of busy. He tells her that they take care of each other because that's what love's all about. She says she knows but he should be concentrating on his own life and blah blah. Matt asks if she wants to talk to him about anything. She tells him she just wants a hug. He says, "Okay, but can you freaking swallow your food first, you skag?" Oh, wait. I was the one who said that. Sorry. Matt just hugs her and runs his hairy hand up and down her khaki denim jacket.
Simon and one of the visual-arts dudes are working on the mural, which strongly resembles a Bob Ross autumn landscape. The only thing I can puzzle out is that Thanksgiving hasn't occurred yet in Camden World, and that the boys haven't yet painted in the Pilgrims and the cornucopias. Some guy walks by with a lunch kit and Paint Boy tells him, "Goodnight, Mr. Michaels," all Gallant-as-opposed-to-Goofus style. Then the boy, who could almost pass for John Cusack's nephew, whips out a spray can. Simple Simon asks where he got it, and Huff Boy says from his home. They all bring in their own supplies. Spray paint makes it faster. He tells us all this while spraying across the air like he's in a disinfectant commercial or something. Way to screw up the painting, buddy. He adds that spray paint's a lot more fun, and he laughs and coughs. Then Simon coughs and asks, "How do you breathe around that stuff?" "Oh, you get used to it," confides Evil Huffing Demon, "actually, probably start to like it after a while. Heh. [Cof!]" Simon wants to know where the other guys are. It turns out that they decided to "catch a breather." Get it? Get it?? "We could use a breather, too," remarks Simple Simon. Inhalant Boy cracks up at this, the way only a high person can crack up at something that's not even verging on amusing. Then Sniffy tells puzzled Simon that he's "too pure to understand," and takes off to check on the others.