Episode Report Card Aaron: B+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT They'll never find the body
By Aaron | Season 3 | Episode 5 | Aired on 03.29.2003
David happily sits down with Rico to go over the résumés, but Nate follows his mom out of the room to tell her that she doesn't have to be "a martyr" all the time. "I agreed to do it for you. You need to make more money now that Lisa is a stay-at-home," she tells him, befuddling Nate and furrowing his brow deep beneath that giant jungle canopy of a forelock he's been sporting. Nate insists that Lisa is planning to return to work any day now, but Ruth seems pretty certain about this whole stay-at-home thing, even if she does admit to thinking it's "a horrible expression" that makes it sound as if "you have some bracelet on your foot that will ring if you leave the house." That's pretty funny, but on the other hand, you so totally know that Lisa would slap a GPS Lo-Jack on Nate in a heartbeat if she thought she could get away with it. Desperate to change the subject, Nate asks Ruth why she's holding a mousetrap. "I found a box of them," she reports. "Mice have germs. They deserve to die." Hee!
And speaking of germs, here comes The Ironic Segue Fairy, to infect us with an upbeat transition to the L.A. Gay Men's Chorus, bopping their way through a cheerful little ditty that seems to consist solely of the word "June." Since I'm still smarting a bit from Claire's failure to lovingly say my name a few scenes back, I'm just going be mildly narcissistic here and take that as a shout-out to my rapidly approaching thirtieth birthday. Send money, not gifts. Wailing Smithers concludes this rehearsal session with his usual flamboyant derision, and then calls David over for a private conference in which he counsels him about trying to make his solo sound "too perfect." "Just try to be more relaxed with it, okay?" he adds, without going on to mention that this same advice could really be applied to pretty much all aspects of David's life. No, that particular sad task falls instead to the Little White Sex Dork II and his new friend Sears & Ho-Buck, who have invited David out for a friendly post-chorus drink. These two also agree that David's solo could use a little work, although the Ho-Buck is a bit more descriptive than Smithers might have been. "It's prissy," he prisses. "It's like a little girl's dollhouse. It's like a kitty-cat greeting card. It's like a poofy white cutesy-pie." And he would know, I assure you. Noticing a cheering crowd of twenty-somethings gathered around the nearby foos-ball table, The Ho-Buck gripes aloud, "When did I become four hundred years old?" "On your last birthday," answers the LWSD II. "You know, in June." This is followed by an excellent little comedic bit involving a Cirque du Soleil reference, but unfortunately it's purely visual and wouldn't really translate into a recap very well.