While Lyla continues to make me a bad person, I find that I have good company in Tyra, who is eavesdropping on Lyla's schmoopiness and echoing her quite cleverly, "Oh, really? How interesting. That is so interesting, really. I'd be hard pressed to remember anything in my entire damn life that's ever been so damn interesting." Beat. "Whore." Awesome. Tyra gets up and stalks over to Smash's table, all bare-bellied and low-cut topped. She scoots into his booth, asks for a bite of his burger, and he says "Baby you can get a bite of anything you want to." Tyra takes a big, hearty bite of that burger, and the whole thing is pretty sexy in a slutty joie de vivreThat was a gorgeously choreographed scene; Peter Berg really knows how to create depth of field in the frame. Peter? Call me and let's talk about depth of field.
In a dark office, Coach Taylor watches footage of the team the Dillon Panthers will play on Friday. His wife, Tami, comes in, big hoop earrings and fussily-grommeted leather handbag, and pauses to ask him how the other team looks. In a word, they're fast. She tells him that she's heard "a rumor" about her attendance at a certain car dealership opening. Taylor rubs his face and apologizes for forgetting to tell her. Tami says "Alaska, that's all I'm saying. A much more relaxed lifestyle." Sure, if by "relaxed" you mean "dead from your own suicidal depression over four hours of sunlight half the year."
Saracen throws footballs through a hanging car tire while Landry free-associates next to him. Landry says he looks at the town like it's a smashed up guitar, a big crossword puzzle. "Satan's horns" is what he sees growing out of Street's mom when she's near the Notre Dame recruiter. "How about 33 down, 8 letters, for "state of bliss?" Saracen doesn't have much patience for this verbal play; Landry fills in his own blanks, "Try 'serenity,' a quality in short supply out here." Landry fetches a ball for his friend and, in handing it over, tells him that none of it matters because "I'm thinking of starting a Christian speed metal band. You in?" Saracen's grandmother's been watching all this from her porch in the background; she comes into focus and calls out "Matthew. You need to get a new friend." Landry, the ironically-named unknown quantity, the Christian punner, the insomniac optimist.