Episode Report Card Erin: A | 111 USERS: B- YOU GRADE IT Hell Hath No Fury
By Erin | Season 3 | Episode 7 | Aired on 2003.11.09
Now, while I agree with Sloane that Syd looks beautiful, I don't think I'm alone in asking, what in the HELL kind of dead animal parked itself on the back of her head? Seriously. There's, like, three different kinds of rodent back there and all of them look like they've had their paws stuck in a socket. Not a good look, is all I'm sayin'. The Chinese minister walks over and greets Syd and Sloane warmly. Sloane and the minister glad-hand a bit about the work Sloane's doing with his organization; then Sloane asks Syd to leave them alone so they can discuss something in private. Syd leaves, smiling beautifully at the minister before she goes. As they watch her depart, the minister makes a totally crass comment about how he assumes she does more for Sloane than just type. Sloane's all, oh, yeah, sure. Just because YOU guys are into concubines, you assume WE are too, huh? She's my ASSISTANT, get it? And not in the Secretary kind of way, okay? The minister's all, oh, sure, of course. Your "assistant." Yeah. You want some champagne with that blatant lie?
Syd goes to the bathroom and pretends to check her makeup until another woman in the bathroom leaves. Syd quickly assembles the stealth Matchbox car, segments of which were hidden in her makeup cases, and leaves the bathroom. She takes a glass of champers and parks it over in some corner, placing the stealth Matchbox car on the carpet. Syd gives Marshall a buzz and tells him the ball's in his court now. Marshall jumps into the driver's seat. Hee. The car is really cute. It's zooming around all these feet, almost like a high-tech cockroach. Dix watches as Marshall drives. I have no idea why the car is giving me the giggles, but it is.
We switch back to Syd as Sloane walks up and asks if everything's all right. Syd's all, no, jackass. You killed my fiancé and fucked up my life. Everything is NOT all right. But it will be if Marshall can just access the damned security system! Sloane's all, dance with me. Syd's all, bite me, Captain Crackers. Sloane brings up what Minxy Minister said about them having an affair. Syd's all, did I mention the "bite me" part? Sloane's all, dude? He thinks we're having an affair, so let's let him think that, okay? And dancing might help with the illusion. Then we can have a big-ass public fight and get you to the damn maser as soon as possible. Syd finally agrees to a little waltzing action.
Back with Marshall, some false tension occurs when the little car starts banging into walls. Yeah. That was scary. Back with the dancers, Syd and Sloane make it to the dance floor and take their positions. Jennifer Garner does this hilarious blow-out thing with her cheeks like, "Oh, man, here we go," and Ron Rifkin does this sort of head-nod thing to the right as if he's revving up his dancing engine and his head is the ignition or something. I'm not kidding. It's really funny. Go rewind the tape and watch it yourself. Go on, GO!