Episode Report Card M. Giant: C | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Mailer than Thou
By M. Giant | Season 5 | Episode 6 | Aired on 10.25.2004
Credits, featuring several people who aren't in this episode. Sadly, unlike Pamie, I have no wedding planning stories to share with you, since my wedding happened many years ago, but I can tell you I'm a dad now. It's true! M. Tiny was born two weeks before this episode aired, and we just brought him home today. I'm writing this instead of holding him right now. I'll see if I can figure out a way to work him into the recap. Maybe if there's a scene with a baby in it or something.
As Rory comes into the newspaper office, Paris greets her with "I had a dream about you last night." "If this gets dirty, feel free to keep it to yourself," Rory says, speaking for...well, someone, I'm sure. It seems that Paris dreamt that Rory cooked dinner for Doyle, the editor, and thereby stole the paper's Religion beat from Paris. Why Paris wants the Religion beat in the first place is beyond me, but then so is a great deal about Paris. Rory assures Paris that she doesn't want Religion, she wants Features, but Paris is dead set on stressing about something, per normal, and she isn't put off until someone else from her dream happens to walk by and snags her attention like a grappling hook. Now Rory is free to stand and listen to Doyle "gushing" about Glenn's having gotten a piece published in the New York Times. Glenn's trying to downplay it, but Doyle and Rory aren't having it. Especially Doyle: "It's absolutely amazing that I spent all summer in Indiana working my ass off at the Muncie Messenger, and you went from Star Trek convention to Boba Fett fan club symposium, and yet, lookie here. The New York Times. Isn't it great, Rory? Aren't you seeing how great it is?" If Doyle grits his teeth any harder, he's going to bite his brain. Glenn's cell phone goes off and he moans, "Oh, man, it's R.W. Apple again. God, does he have anyone else to talk to? What?!" Glenn bitches into the phone as he storms off. Doyle complains to Rory, "It's like Being There. He's Chauncey Gardiner." Writers, what has Pamie told you about explaining your jokes like that? Rory, never one to miss an opportunity to suck up, reminds Doyle that if he hadn't done such a great job editing Glenn's piece in the first place, the Times never would have picked it up. Doyle agrees: "It's because of me that he's gonna be Bob Woodward. I made it happen. So, someday, when I'm running the circulation department at the Muncie Messenger, and Glenn is accepting his Pulitzer Prize, I can point up at the screen at the local bar where I regularly stop on my way home to get drop-dead, blind drunk, and say, 'I helped him get there.' Then I can fall off the stool and throw up." I like that actor. I was sad when he got killed on Buffy. Exeunt Doyle, pissy, throwing the Times article down on her desk. Rory picks up the article and starts reading it, also pissy.