Episode Report Card Jacob Clifton: A+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Pride & Predator
By Jacob Clifton | Season 6 | Episode 8 | Aired on 10.11.2010
While Shane and Doug think about how to steal Sugarpop's water for themselves -- Doug taking Shane's disregard for human life into consideration -- Silas and Andy track down another washing machine. One short banjo solo later, Andy's rousing Nancy from her masturbation and yelling at her to get it together. They wheel the washing machine in, and there's a moment where the junkpile owner and his kid Simon try to negotiate a drug deal based on the smell of weed all over the van. Doug, right when things are getting friendly, immediately mistakes Simon -- a large black man -- for first Marvin and then U-Turn, and it's totally awkward. Luckily, Silas and Simon already like each other.
One second later -- right before Doug actually says aloud in his own defense what he would say at this point -- and Nancy asks where the water came from, somebody starts bashing on the side of the van with a bat. And who is this somebody? A wee little wonder named Keith, who in all of the jacked-up people into whom the Newmen have been running in America is still a gem. Just an absolutely wonderful little guy, thirty pounds of energy in a five-pound Skittles box. He is adorable, and he shakes all over like a Jack Russell terrier that's convinced he can take your ass.
Pissed at drama and America and these boys of hers that keep doing her bidding and making more troubles, Nancy jumps at the little guy and offers him ten bucks, then twenty, and then he starts screaming random numbers at her, shaking like a pissed-off little leaf, and Pastor Randy appears in full regalia. "God hates me. My grandma says I'm going to hell for everything that I did, so if you think I'm gonna listen?" He brandishes his weapon and whatever, and finally Nancy is like, "I've just reached my limit of deep outlaw shit." And she just walks right out of there, because: Seriously.
Sugarpop is of the opinion that her grandson should have been baptized long ago, and that she has already regretted it. She hands over a bunch of money and Doug jumps in with his whole routine -- "Would you like to add on our special mobile-home blessing? $99 day-of-baptism special, new clients only?" -- but Randy shuts him down.
You can actually smell the smell of Mark-Paul Gosselaar a good ten minutes before he arrives, all pugnacious jutting chin and petulant brow. The only thing he's missing twenty years later is the Ferris Bueller 'tude and the toolish hairdo that empowered it, which would barely be missed and certainly not when he's replaced them with muscles everywhere a person can have muscles. What a rock star he has turned out to be. However, for this scene we can only enjoy the possibility and not the actuality of MPG, because Nancy is yelling out her actions as she performs them to an empty room: "Customer! Customer taking a beer! Customer looking for bottle opener in... Weird empty dismal podunk bar..." Finally he arrives -- toting Shiner, for some reason, which they don't have there or in California where presumably this was filmed -- and it is awesome.