Episode Report Card Erin: B+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT When Good Sketches Go Bad
By Erin | Season 1 | Episode 15 | Aired on 03.02.2002
Jenny obviously agrees with me, because she slams on the brakes. "Are you breaking up with me?" she yells. "I drive all the way out here, with a broken radio by the way, and YOU'RE GONNA BREAK UP WITH ME?" "That's not really fair," interjects The Inert Gas. "You know," sneers Jenny, "why don't you just call Sydney?" "Sydney's not my assistant," says The Fuckwit. Oh no he DI'INT. He did NOT just declare to the woman he's been fucking that she's his ASSISTANT and therefore required to be at his beck and fucking call. He did NOT. "You work for me," finishes The Criminal Waste Of Time. "Not anymore," says Jenny. "Get out." "'Get out'?" Willage laughs. "Where the hell are we? We're nowhere." "No no no," spits Jenny. "You're nowhere. Get out." Oh, you GO, girl. Jenny is my new favorite character. Too bad this is probably the last we'll ever see of her. Willage reluctantly gets out of the car and Jenny peels off. Yeah. She pretty much rocks it.
Big Bad Uterus Of Updated Folk Rock. Syd's dressing for the Sloane dinner party as Francie reads her one of her engagement present thank-you notes. It's mostly nice and polite, until she gets to the last portion, wherein she refers to Charlie as a "deceitful, two-faced, sex-crazed jackass." Heh. Sydney declares that the note isn't too harsh, and Francie smiles at her gratefully. The phone rings, and Francie picks up. It's my mother. She tells Francie to stop writing useless thank-you notes and send Charlie an anonymous box of poo, C.O.D. "That'll show that ignorant reject!" shouts my mom, obviously proud of herself. "And, while you're at it? Tell my daughter to stop falling for inappropriate men, okay? She's far too marvelous to be wasting her time on thirty-six-year-old men who sleep on their SOFAS because they DON'T HAVE BEDS." Or else it's a CIA spook, disguising himself as someone who's asking for "Joey's Pizza."
Syd tells Francie that she's going to go get a bottle of wine for the upcoming dinner. She tosses a shawl around her shoulders and heads out. Sadly, she is NOT heading out to the local 7-Eleven in pursuit of a half-decent bottle of Shiraz; instead, she's heading over to The Basement Of Unrequited Love And Half-Assed Bickering. As she approaches her and Vaughn's lurve nest, she sees that Agent Apathy is already chewing the fat with Spy Daddy. Syd's all smiles and giggles when she finally makes her way over to the chatty pair.
"Sloane brought the Rambaldi book home with him," says Vaughn, obviously panicking. Spy Daddy then informs Syd that Sloane was so taken with what he'd seen in the Rambaldi book that he took it home in order to show it to Sydney that night. Syd's all, so, what, he brought it to his crib? Spy Daddy's all, didn't I just say that? Don't you ever LISTEN to me when I'm talking? Syd's all, I don't get it -- why didn't he just wait until Monday to show it to me? Spy Daddy's all, whatever, dude. Suffice it to say, some SD-6 "Alliance" dudes are gonna take the damn sixteenth-century paperback over to Germany for analysis, okay? Syd's all, okay, is this all about the damn blank page? You fucknuts want me to make a switch, don't you? At SLOANE'S place. BY MYSELF. "Doesn't this seem a little 'risky' to you?" asks Syd, barely disguising the fact that she'd like to split Agent Apathy's crinkly forehead with crowbar.