Episode Report Card Jacob Clifton: A+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Away We Go
By Jacob Clifton | Season 5 | Episode 3 | Aired on 06.22.2009
"You really will sleep with anything," Jill marvels, and "Look who's talking," Nancy says, because the Andy thing still stings, and right on time he comes downstairs with some lamp he's trying to fix. Jill lights up from the inside in a truly terrifying way, and Nancy calls him an asshole. "Come on! Is it so out of character?" Everything he does is pointed toward the future, even following Jill up the stairs to fuck her, on her orders, he does with a regretful glance back at Nancy: please don't hold my actions against me while you are pregnant with somebody else's baby. It's a little triumphant. Nancy pats the sofa next to her, and shares her sandwich with Sucio when he sits down. Even with all the men coming home from every direction, he's still like her only friend.
I'm Ingrid, Ask Me A Question! reads the placard on the old woman's desk; Ingrid's looking over Doug and Silas's application for something, some kind of permit I guess. Under "nature of business" they've only written "RETAIL." Doug smiles fakely, filling in the blank, but Silas turns on his Price/Botwin charm. "Potluck?" No, Doug corrects her: "Club. Pot Club." She jumps a little and Silas grins, correcting them both nervously: "No. Medical Marijuana Dispensary." Oh my, Ingrid says, and goes off to check with her manager while Doug goes through her desk with the munchies.
"Uptight bitch... I'm very high, and I'm not paranoid. So you, being not high, should be even more not paranoid. Unless you're high, are you high?" Goofus. Doug eats Ingrid's Sour Punch Bites, and when she returns with a tall skinny functionary, he tells them they need the signoff of a local law enforcement officer. Ingrid offers Doug some Sour Punch Bites. "Oh, no thank you," he says. "I have some of my own." Silas stares and sighs.
At dinner, Jill's drinking not her first glass of red wine and regaling the family with stories about Nancy's childhood. I wonder if they know as little about her as we do. Nancy's none too happy about this game, but Silas loves it. For example, Jill asks, did they know Nancy dated her math teacher in junior high? Shane's grossed out; Nancy informs the insensate and uninterested Sucio that this story is quote "total bullshit," but Andy's thrilled. In his imagination, she was a "heartbreaker," body "fully developed": "precocious, sophisticated," bored with all the kids her age. Basic Humbert stuff. Jill doesn't even know she's killing a dream when she grins at him, cockeyed: "Not really. Flat, cliquey. B average." More wine for Jill!