Episode Report Card Erin: B- | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT One Potato, Two Potato, Three Potato, Four
By Erin | Season 2 | Episode 5 | Aired on 11.02.2002
Budapest, Land Of Fish Soup, Paprika, And Zsa Zsa Gabor. We're in the Spy Van with Syd and Dix. Syd's testing her transmitting equipment. She's sporting a very short blonde bob and some brainy glasses that actually look exactly like mine. Shout-out? Yeah, I think so. Even though J.J. Abrams has never even SEEN me or anything. Dix is all, once you disable the firewall, I'll download the database while you access the viewing room and take photos of the weapons. "The guards change shifts at noon, which gives you ten minutes to get into place," he says, checking his watch. Syd gathers her stuff and stops. "How do I look?" "Lip gloss," says Dix.
And then we're with Inspector Dingus, who's demonstrating the power of the lip gloss by smearing it on his funky lips. Ew. Yeah, it's a pistachio-flavored lip gloss, but flip it over and it's a miniature camera with compressed air injector. "Smile," says Inspector Dingus, "you're on TV." Syd and Dix both smile, obviously indulging Marshall and his many quirks. Dingus goes on to explain about the lip gloss, but is momentarily sidetracked when he points the camera at himself and keeps looking at the camera and then the screen and the camera and the screen. You know, just like when you used to pass an electronics store at the mall and they had video cameras set up in the window with monitors, and you spent countless minutes walking past without trying to look like you were looking at yourself but you SO were, and you kept trying to capture the casual elegance that was your natural way of moving but you just wound up looking all twisted and weird because you were actually trying to see yourself in every monitor possible? Or maybe that was just me.
Anyway, Dingus informs Syd and Dix that there are actually three cameras stuffed down inside the tube; he wanted there to be four, but then there wouldn't be room for the actual lip gloss. "Ya know," finishes Dingus, realizing that he's just contaminated Syd's gloss with this spittle-soaked lips, "I'll make ya a fresh one." Hee.
In the van, Dixon hands Syd the lip gloss. They smile at each other, fondly remembering their time with Dingus, and Syd exits the Spy Van to the kickin' Alias beat. Then she's walking through some halls with a short skinny guy with far too much stubble. He's all, so, you're making a family tree? Syd's all (in an American accent, FOR ONCE), it's a gift for my grandparents. "They're both from Budapest, but they lost everything in the war," she says, pulling out the lip gloss and putting it on. Stubble Guy yammers on about finding documentation of her grandparents' marriage as Syd notices some device on the wall, then quickly shoots one of the lip gloss cameras into the ceiling and pockets the tube before Stubble Guy finishes his boring sentence.
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