Episode Report Card Aaron: C | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Our Bodies, Ourselves
By Aaron | Season 3 | Episode 3 | Aired on 03.15.2003
Euphemisms for shoplifting include: shrinkage, playing hide-the-salami, joy-riding, and also Winona Rydering. That's useful information to know, because in this next scene Kathy finally convinces Ruth to Winona herself a tube of lipstick. Despite the fact that Ruth is the worst thief ever, they totally get away with it.
Back at Los Lomos (and wouldn't that actually be "Back at The Backs?"), David and Keith are checking out the Fiesta Barbecue. It's every bit as tacky as you'd expect, and they're especially revolted by the possibility that they might have to salsa dance with some of the couples we saw earlier. "The room service menu looked like heaven!" observes David, and Keith readily agrees. He's even more intrigued when David suggests getting really, really drunk, and they happily head straight back to their room.
Nate returns home again to the Taj Banal, only this time he finds Lisa furiously stuffing all of their possessions into various cardboard boxes. "I would rather live on the street and beg for rice with a bowl than spend one more night under this roof," she announces. Oh. Well, good thing we had a nickname contest then, huh? Lisa relates the day's events to her husband, only instead of simply saying that she decided not to work for an obvious lunatic any longer, she has to frame it as a maternal issue by saying that "it's not good for Maya to be around that kind of hostile dementia." Nate doesn't think The Leviathan is really going to pick up on that sort of subtlety, but Lisa insists that "she's very absorbent!" She's absorbent? What is she, a paper towel? Is she also a quicker picker-upper? Because that might help with the moving process. I'm just saying. Nate sighs the pussy-whipped sigh of a man who's finally beginning to realize that his wife is even crazier than her boss, and sadly comes to the realization that this means they'll likely be moving back into the Fortress. "I'm sorry," sobs Lisa, seemingly totally oblivious to Nate's feelings on the subject. "I snapped. My humanity just rose up!" Surprisingly, "my humanity just rose up" is not listed anywhere as a euphemism for diarrhea. It totally should be, though.
In a nice contrast to his sister's earlier sexual marathon, it's David who needs to be shushed this time, as he and Keith bask in a post-coital afterglow in their hotel bed. David, who is obviously very, very drunk at this point, doesn't want to be quiet at all, and in fact decides to pound on the wall and announce that "we're gay in here," and that "we're having some hot man-on-man loooooove action!" Hee! Keith's "bring it home, cowboy!" is equally giggle-worthy, but it's not until the singing starts that things really get out of control. Even if Keith's American Idol blooper-reel-worthy vocal stylings aren't enough to crack you up, David's Stevie Wonder impersonation should easily do the trick. Aww. I can't even remember the last time we saw a truly happy couple on this show. So, yeah. There's no way this can last. Fade to white.