Episode Report Card Al Lowe: B- | 80 USERS: C+ YOU GRADE IT Punch it Out
By Al Lowe | Season 7 | Episode 10 | Aired on 2006.12.05
Luke is bustling around the diner waiting for April to show up to see a movie with him. He is nervous that they will be late, giving Cesar another chance to try out his new catchphrase: "I'm feeling you." Luke: "Stop feeling me." Hee. While Luke waits, he makes the serious error of engaging Kirk in conversation. Kirk crows that he is killing the middle-schoolers in the wrapping-paper trade: "I think it's safe to say they won't be getting their new gym any time soon." Kirk allows that the kids are prank-calling him all day and night, sending pizza after pizza to his house, but he doesn't care: "You know what? I love pizza. Bring it on. They think they're intimidating me, but I'm not scared." Luke: "Twelve-year-olds don't scare you!" Kirk says no, not at all. His hubris is tested when the door jingles open and a gang of kids stands waiting for him. "Kirk," says their leader, menacing, "we wanna talk. Not here, outside." Kirk flexes: "All right, let's go. But I'm warning you, if it gets physical, I will show no mercy." Awesome. Meanwhile, Luke has called Anna to check on April. He tells her he's worried, since April's not there yet, and she's never late. "April's fine," says Anna tersely. "She's not coming." She says that Luke can't just show up at her house and threaten her and expect her to trust him to hang out with April: "I'm not comfortable with April being with you right now." Luke kind of apologetically tries to smooth things over, but it doesn't work. "This IS my decision," says Anna, and hangs up in his face. Aw, snap. It sucks, but then again, why does Luke need a damn kid, anyway? I hate to see him get repeatedly shat upon, but Anna is the one who all casually let her child run around pulling hairs from the heads of strange men and testing them to find her daddy, so...what is with the defensiveness now? Whatever. I hope this ends up being something about Luke not really being the father.