Episode Report Card Aaron: B | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Dog Dead Afternoon
By Aaron | Season 2 | Episode 11 | Aired on 05.11.2002
Speaking of bad sex, we now get another scene of David and Keith arguing in bedroom of the International House of Mancakes (tm DslainteC). This serves to further highlight the fact that these two apparently haven't had sex in weeks, and the last time they did, it was on the floor after putting the groceries away. So either my reading of the inter-episode timeline is wrong (again), or the strain of living together and parenting a child has worn away all the magic in their relationship. Or maybe Keith has just been too much of an asshole lately. Either way, they're arguing over whether or not they should keep Taylor or send her off with Kersh. David wants her to stay, and variously accuses Keith of being a pushover, being ambivalent about having kids, and being more specifically ambivalent about having kids with David himself. Keith denies it all, and sticks to his assertion that Kersh has more time to kare for Taylor. "As much as I hate it when you treat me like a doormat," says David, "it's even worse seeing your father treat you like one." "You think I treat you like a doormat?" asks Keith. Do I even have to say it? Yes, Keith, we do. And David agrees.
From David and Keith lying side-by-side in their Doormat-ory (tm JuniperBerry), we now cut to Beavis and Buttfuck, doing the exact same thing. Brenda is over on her window ledge, and she wants them both to get out. Now. "Okay then," says Beavis. "Um, can I get your number?" asks Buttfuck. Brenda shoots him down, and the boys walk out, muttering, "Heh heh. Sex is cool," as they go. Fade to white.
Rico's house. Since there doesn't seem to be any illicit gay sex going on in the living room, my interest in this scene has waned dramatically. All you need to know is that the renovations are apparently finished, Vanessa has lost her job at the nursing home, and they only swore twice the entire time.
At the Fortress, it's time for our third and final Ruth/Claire breakfast encounter. Claire seems to be suffering from a bit of a hangover, whereas Ruth is chipper and cheerful in her lavender blouse and jingly musical pants. There's some back and forth over whether or not the pants are hideously ugly or merely representative of a daughter's love for her mother, and the whole thing culminates with Ruth blurting, "I may just wear these pants until the day I die!" "Please don't," mutters Claire. She also wonders what ever could have made her think she was an artist, so of course Ruth takes that as an opportunity to hand over the arts college brochure she got from George Stillhasonemoresceneinthis. "I think you have real talent," says Ruth. "But go ahead and throw it away if that's what you're set on doing."