Episode Report Card Erin: B+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Double Your Francie, Double Your Fun
By Erin | Season 2 | Episode 21 | Aired on 05.03.2003
Right, so Francinator the Fembot is chatting with Sark about how the CIA's mole hunt will eventually lead them to Will, which, of course, will eventually lead them to her and her fembotty ways. There's no point to this scene other than to show how wiggy Francinator is and how HOT David Anders is.
Sark immediately heads off to Irina's office to drop the bomb about Will. I find it terribly amusing that Irina's "office," as it were, is the complete opposite of Sloane's. Like, Sloane's was all sleek and cold and impersonal, and Irina's is all warm and Persian rug-filled and darkly comforting. Set designers and dressers? Gold star for you! After admiring the interior decorating of his mother's inner sanctum, Sark surmises that Sloane will want Will killed before the CIA gets their hands on him. Irina's all, yeah, but Sloane's not around, now, is he? Dude went bonkers and did a few too many bong hits at The Buddhist Temple of B-Actors. Sark's all, but Mom! If the CIA uses regression therapy on Willage, our L.A. asset will be, like, compromised! What, you mean, like, FRANCINATOR? God. Why don't they just SAY her fucking name? I mean, I realize that they're trying to keep her real identity a secret, but this whole "No-Name McAsset" business is getting old. Whatever. I've got, like, nine more hours of recapping...
Irina tells Sark, in no uncertain terms, that Will Tippin's NOT to be touched. Sark's not fond of this declaration, as his puckered little mouth suggests, but Irina could give two shits. She goes on to tell him that she's set up a meeting with some guy who can get them the codes to the NSA facility where the Holocaust Heart is being held. In the meantime, son, could you tell No-Name McAsset to put a good, solid frame on Willage and TELL US HER REAL NAME ALREADY?
Hell-Lay. Oh, holy huckleberry pies a la mode. Will's lying in bed. Naked. Will's naked. Um.
Wendy Kroy: Shhhhh!
Regina: Why can't I talk? He's NAKED, he's not TALKING ABOUT BEING NAKED.
Wendy Kroy: Would you be quiet! We all must take a moment of silence and just...worship him.
Regina: Dude. It's not THAT great.
Rona: Tell her to shut up, Wendy. Tell her to shut up NOW.
Regina: Fine. I'll shut up. Good GOD. His pectoral muscles are HUGE.
Wendy Kroy: See? What'd I say? WHAT. DID. I. SAY.
Regina: Yeah. He's. Um. Yeah.
Rona: Methinks she doth see the light.