Episode Report Card Joe R: A- | 423 USERS: C+ YOU GRADE IT Dead In The Nethers
By Joe R | Season 1 | Episode 6 | Aired on 2005.09.12
Andy walks in on Silas and Megan smoking up (without knocking, Jesus Christ, Botwins -- I feel like Bill Jacks all of a sudden: "Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ!) and proceeds to give them an uncharacteristically harsh lecture on the stupidity of being 16-year-old burnouts. He peppers his talk with lots of 12-step language, but by the time he's finished, he tokes himself and then hands it back to the kids, telling them the pipe's pretty well kicked.
Shane's still making his terrorist video while Lupita's housekeeper friend keeps gossiping about Nancy. She asks why Nancy sees "Mr. Doug" so often, and why Mr. Doug always goes and smokes weed after. Um, why are you stalking Mr. Doug, Miss Housekeeper? Lupita offers that maybe Nancy is fucking Mr. Doug. Housekeeper Friend laughs that "nobody fucks Mr. Doug," and she and Lupita crack up at what a loser Doug is. Lupita again says that Alejandro is full of shit, but her face registers quite a bit of newfound doubt. Later, Lupita is rummaging through boxes of old crap, and Shane asks her if she's stealing from them. She holds up a cheap plastic Menorah and says yes, she's stealing that.
Back at the bakery, Conrad's giving Nancy further concealment advice when Celia happens by, not wanting to be cooped up for the next three days waiting for surgery. She grabs her breasts with both hands and wistfully says, "The puppies are comin' off, Nance. And I think it's time to take them out for one last walk." Oh, and has Celia met Conrad, Nancy's "carpenter"? Celia looks him up and down like he's a slab of top round and shows him her new tattoo on her left breast. Is says, "Here today, gone tomorrow." Heh. Nancy's like, "Stop showing your boobs to everyone." Celia wants one last night on the town, though, and invites Conrad along. Nancy reminds her she has a husband. "Who's white and Jewish," scoffs Celia. "If we were going out for kreplach, maybe." Damn, Celia put so much Yiddish on that "kreplach," I'm surprised she didn't pull a muscle.