Episode Report Card Joe R: B | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Release The Hounds
By Joe R | Season 3 | Episode 9 | Aired on 10.07.2007
At Nancy's house, she and Val are on the patio, drinking wine and enjoying the rolling blackouts that are currently keeping things nice and candle-lit. They're good and drunk, the kind of drunk where you find ways to laugh about thinks like overpopulation and the depletion of our natural resources. Seriously. Nancy lies down to look up at the stars and reminisce about how much easier it was to deal with her kids when they were toddlers. Val cosigns that and takes up some floor next to Nancy, who semi-nonsequiters that Tim's "kind of a dickhead." Val's all, "Hey, I love my son!" until she thinks about it for three seconds. "I love my dickhead son," she Heathers, and they both giggle madly. Nancy announces that she has ice cream cake, which should seal the deal on making Val her friend. Ice cream cake would make the president of Iran my friend. Andy wanders out and tells the two drunken, braying women to keep it down. He makes the mistake of calling Val "ma'am," which in turn causes her to bare her breasts to him, in order to prove that hers are not the tits of a "ma'am." Andy agrees, and with an admirable lack of total piggishness. She takes off to get the cake and three forks.
Andy lies down next to Nancy and congratulates her on finally making a friend at long last. He's less than congratulatory when he finds out her friend is Peter's ex-wife. In fact, he asks if she's "fucking insane." Hey, if stalking Brooke Smith until she agrees to drink wine and eat cake with me on my patio is insane, then measure me for my straight jacket, sir. Wait, that would be insane. But this is still the most fun Nancy's been all season, so I dearly hope it lasts longer than this one episode.
Sullivan's at some outdoor press conference thing, announcing the Majestic/Agrestic takeover or whatever. Please forgive me if I gloss over the finer politics of this show. Nancy's off to the side, looking like a biker ho (teased out hair and a black tube dress? Doesn't she have a drag race at the reservoir to attend to?) and serving the same function as one of Barker's Beauties on The Price Is Right. She's literally there to point at a banner and applaud. So Sullivan blahs his blah ("Change is good, because change is change...") until off in the near distance, a geyser of sewage erupts, farting out waste and feces and stinking grossness into the air. It's far enough away that it doesn't land on anyone, but they're all downwind of it, so that's enough. And in between Sullivan and the fountain of shit is Doug, dancing the cabbage patch of ecological terrorism. And say what you will about fucking up Sullivan's plans, but this cannot be good for the dirt shrew.