Episode Report Card Deborah: A | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT "The Lamps Are Different, But The Light Is The Same"
By Deborah | Season 2 | Episode 1 | Aired on 09.23.2004
A detective follows Will into his office with some paperwork. Frink: "What's that guy's name?" I tell him I can't remember, but that I call him Chewy, which he seems to find amusing. Chewy asks Will, "How's your kid? The one that, you know, lost it?" Clearly the Arcadia Police Department or Sheriff's Department or whatever Will works for now cut back on the budget for sensitivity seminars. Will says she's fine, and that she didn't "lose it." Will adds, testily, "Anything else?" Chewy wants to know if Will's going to finish whatever it is he was holding on a napkin. Seriously, Chewy: look into a good parasite cleanse. Will just hands it to him. Some other guy comes in and says, "Mr. Will Girardi?" He offers an envelope and Will takes it, saying, "Detective Girardi. Who are you?" The guy's already on his way out: "Process server." Will: "Whoa-oh! What's this?" Process Server says, "It's self-explanatory," and vamooses. Chewy chews and licks his finger and smirks: "You're being sued." Okay, where's Toni, and when's she coming back? He reads over Will's shoulder, asking, "Who the hell's Andrew Baker? A disgruntled perp? The department'll handle it." Will, stunned, explains he's the kid who drove Kevin home from a party -- drunk: "You know the rest." Even Chewy seems to understand this is not the time for smart remarks: "That's screwed up." Yes, it sure is.
Kevin and Joan are at the kitchen table; he's explaining to her about adaptive golf: "They Velcro you to a golf cart." Joan's not really listening as he rambles on: "If I do this, I will seal my doom. I will donate my genitalia to science." Ew. There's a visual I didn't need. Kevin says that as much as he likes his dad, he just can't do this. Luke runs in saying he has to run, because he has a physics thing. Joan: "Hey! I'm in that class; I don't have a thing." Will comes down the kitchen stairs as Helen tells him she has to leave early and that there are some bagels somewhere. He says he has to leave early too; he has a thing. Helen: "What's your thing?" Will: "What's yours?" Uh, secrets, apparently. Joan: "I need a thing." I thought that's what the lamps were supposed to be. Kevin smirks, "You can have mine, after adaptive golf." Joan: "Dad! Kevin's making penis jokes, and he doesn't want to play golf with you." Kevin wants to do something like white water rafting: "Something wherein we can be killed? That works better for me." Helen casts a "nay" vote for high-fatality sporting events, and leaves. Will tells Kevin not to worry about golf. Kevin's confused by Will's change of heart. Will leaves, and Joan says she's starting to miss crazy camp. I'm starting to make up songs in my head about crazy camp, to the tune of "Smelly Cat."