Episode Report Card Niki: B+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT It's The End Of The World As We Know It...
By Niki | Season 2 | Episode 19 | Aired on 04.10.2001
Rick, meanwhile, is holding court with his associates, who are gathered around the Atlantor model. He's wearing the pink pants. Don't think they haven't noticed. They banter and toss out a few pink jokes, and slate jokes, and pink slate jokes, and we get that they're just one happy little family and that none of them missed their true calling in stand-up. ["None of them misses David, either, apparently." -- Wing Chun] Rick fakes exasperation as the phone rings, and -- hellooo. No, Rick's kept his pants on this time. I'm just appreciating the very hot male associate who answers the phone. More of him, please. In boxers, if possible. Whoever's on the phone informs Rick that Miles is there. "I thought I smelled sulfur," one of the associates murmurs. Heh. Miles, flanked by his flunkies, sweeps in and says he needs a word with Rick, "sooner than later." The associates give Rick a knowing glance before scattering. Rick asks how Miles's vacation was, and Miles spouts off about how the "success" of a vacation can "only be measured by the level of one's discomfort upon returning." He proclaims this as though no one had ever realized it before. He says that his vacation was an unqualified success. I'm waiting for him to comment on Rick's pants as he strolls past him to the other side of the model. He doesn't. He just hunkers down between the tiny skyscrapers and asks, apropos of nothing, "Do you believe in portents, Rick? How's your filing system here?" Rick steps closer, and leans in to whisper with him. Miles says, "You don't keep a lot of old, useless papers around, do you? I have found shredders to be quite useful in eliminating clutter." Rick is growing alarmed. He asks what Miles is talking about, what's happening. Miles paces a few steps, unfazed, and mildly asks, "Did I say something was happening?" He shiftily looks around and continues, "If I knew something was happening, and I told you, then I might be seen to be conspiring with you, which of course, I never would." Rick, standing behind him, lapses into his guppy face and blinks a lot. "Conspiring with me? About what?" he hisses. "Conspiring with you? About what?" Miles echoes, feigning innocence. He slips away like grease through a fist. Rick whispers, "Are you trying to scare the bejeesus out of me?" Hey, watch the language, man. Miles answers, "Hard drives are particularly vexing when it's time for spring cleaning, though I've heard there's software available for that purpose." Rick asks again what is happening. Miles looks at him blankly, smiles, and says, "I'm off to a lunch now." Very loudly, he says, "I just thought I'd stop by, and say hello, and let you know that I'm thinking of you." In Miles's mouth, these innocuous little Hallmark-y words become creepy as hell. Rick stares after him from between the skyscrapers, looking distressed.