Episode Report Card Lady Lola: B+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Smack Talk for Dummies
By Lady Lola | Season 4 | Episode 3 | Aired on 10.29.2009
NYC. Frank cuts a rug with the gays and the girls at his super-freaky Halloween party. He invites Tracy to come down from the stage and party, but Tracy says he doesn't want to die. Kenneth enters the frame and mourns the passing of Western Georgia's Most Beloved Ventriloquist's Doll. Tracy jubilantly rips his shirt off and yells at Kenneth to tell his wife he "went to Philadelphia on business. Yayyyyyy!"
And you thought Big City folk were degenerate? Get a load of the world's smuttiest dummy...
You Forgot "Communists" and "Pornographers"
Jack: How was your trip?
Lemon: Terrible! I had to give up my window seat to some seven-year-old who had to sit next to her precious mommy.
Jack: But what about the actual purpose for your trip. How is the search for the new cast member going?
Lemon: Okay. I saw a few good alternative comics in San Francisco.
Jack: San Francisco? I asked you to find an actor from Middle America. A real person. You're not going to find him in the People's Gaypublic of Drugafornia.
Lemon: Geez! Relax. I'm also setting up auditions in Toronto.
Jack: Canada? Why not just go to Iraq! The television audience doesn't want your elitist, East Coast, alternative, intellectual, Left Wing --
Lemon: Jack, just say "Jewish." This is taking forever.
All Sinners' Days, Both of Them
Frank: Hey Tracy, Did you hear? Fred Dawkins -- the incredibly overweight guy that Pac-Man was based on -- died last night.
Tracy [mournfully]: I will eat a bowl of cherries and some ghost meat in his honor.
Kenneth walks by with a box of Halloween decorations.
Tracy: Orange and black decorations. Is this Halloween or a Princeton parents' weekend? I don't know whether to be scared or proud of my cousin.
Kenneth: It's Halloween, sir.
Tracy: Proud it is.
Second in Popularity Only to Bobbing for Apples
Kenneth: Excuse me, Mr. Donaghy. I wasn't sure if you were participating in this year's pumpkin carving contest, or, if like last year, I should "go jump up my own ass."
Jack: Same as last year.
Well, If You Can't Make Light of Swine Grundles...
Jack: Kenneth, you're from Georgia, right?
Kenneth: Stone Mountain, sir. Although when the Parcells first came to America, they lived in a town called Sexcriminalboat. Do you think that's Cherokee?
Jack: Uh, no. I mean, you're a Middle American, a Joe Average. You're the only one around here who knows what ordinary people want. So tell me: What makes you laugh.