Episode Report Card Gustave: B | 1 USERS: A- YOU GRADE IT It's one o'clock -- do you know where your Kiefer is?
By Gustave | Season 1 | Episode 2 | Aired on 11.12.2001
And speaking of auto accidents waiting to happen, Rick is in The Purple Van Of Teen Impertinence, trying to convince Spawn of Kiefer that he and his buddy aren't such bad guys. "There's just some stuff we gotta do," he says. "Just go along with it and no one gets hurt." Spawn of Kiefer asks if this is just a fraternity stunt. "Yeah," says Rick. "Something like that." Spawn is all "whatever" and starts to relax until she hears Poor Man's Mena choking in the front seat from the roofies. Evil Frat Boy #2 doesn't care, but Rick gallantly goes up front and rolls down Poor Man's Mena's window so she can choke with her head hanging out of the window. I guess that means Rick is playing "good cop." "Don't be a bitch," warns Evil Frat Boy #2.
At 1:20:24 AM, Palmer is watching the plane crash on the news. It took them only twenty-five minutes to put together a news broadcast on this plane crash? Whatever. He walks over to his assistant's desk, leans in a little too familiarly, and asks if someone named Carl has called yet. Assistant answers in the negative, so Palmer tells her to fetch him when he does. He walks over to his wife, who is obviously doing some other Martha Stewart-y activity like canning her own organic quince jam, and asks her where the kids are. Mrs. Cosby informs Palmer that the kids stopped to get pizza on the "way home from the rally." They discuss how awful the plane crash is, and Palmer attempts to smooth-talk Mrs. Cosby into not making a big deal out of the phone call from the reporter. He explains his angry reaction to the phone call as being simply from stress over the "second most important day of [his] life." "And what was the most important day of your life?" asks Mrs. Cosby coyly. "When I hit that game-winning three against DePauw." Aw! They have a pillow fight.
At 01:22:17, TerroristJeepDriver and MandyTerrorista arrive at the TerrorShack (tm NWwingster). No, these are real terrorists and they've got a Terrorism design scheme happening. No cream-colored diaphanous curtains over glass walls for these guys. It's all rustic: painted Adirondack furniture, candles, a wood fireplace. You know, terrorist real-ness. Mandy enters and is greeted by TerroristGuy, who gives her a briefcase full of money (what? This terrorist cell has no direct deposit? Bet you there's a crappy HMO for a health plan too) and asks her what she's doing this summer. Mandy turns down his request for another act of terrorism before he even asks. "I'm going to disappear for a while…lay low," says Mandy, checking the money in the briefcase. TerroristGuy asks her when he'll get the ID. "Soon," promises Mandy, leaving the room to take off some more clothing.