Bling! Vaughn and Mrs. Elephant met when Mrs. Elephant deposed Vaughn about Spy Mommy. Bling. Their wedding was real purdy and held on a farm in Virginia. Bliiiiiiing. Mrs. Elephant is the daughter of Senator Reed. Bleah-ing. Mrs. Elephant's real nice for a bad-accent-having green-eyed monster. Blaaaah-ing. "God. Could you MAKE this job anymore boring?" says the Exposition Fairy, chomping on some cheddar breadsticks. Well, we could, Ms. Fairy, but we'd have to bring Mrs. Elephant back in here to join the scene, and I don't really want to resort to that.

I have so many problems with this scene, I just really can't get into it right now or we'll be here all night. But suffice it to say, how much I like and care about both Greg Grunberg and Jennifer Garner as actors and all-around nice folks cannot and does not erase the fact that these two talented people are being directed like stick figures and being forced to deliver lines like, "Was everyone there? Dixon, Marshall --" while looking morose and fatalistic. WE GET IT. Syd still loves Vaughn. Vaughn's married. WE GET IT. No, really, WE DO.