S: Do you ever want to have sex again?
D: I don't get what you're saying. Like at all.
S: Okay, whatever. The point is that Alicia Silverstone's character dated her ex-stepbrother -- a judgmental sort-of-gay poet who considered himself above her in every way: intellectually, ethically -- and they made it work.
D: Who was the stepbrother?
S: Paul Rudd.
D: Is it gay if you want to kiss Paul Rudd?
S: No, but let's stay on topic...
J: look im really
E: SORRY haha! I said it first. Sorry I pointed at the big elephant in the room that is your envy and loneliness
J: sorry I infantilized your sexuality in order to avoid thinking about my own
E: thats ok bcause literally everybody does it
J: good. im glad i get on your nerves
E: bcause ur desperate for attention? j/k
J: No! Well yes. but also because were like sisters!
E: ok good, almost there, lets talk about that more later
S: granpa hungry!
J: i "designed" these sandwiches just for u
Only once or twice a month does the mirror do him justice
Every other time he looks a mess
He expects a lot from it but then barely notices
"Mirror Error" comes back as Chuck strips off his tie, the one that matches Bart's, and tosses it down on the bureau next to the portrait; it's the first time he's made it through a whole episode without a costume change. It's the first time they've been able to take everything away from him. He was building a life, just at the elementary blocks stage: a company, no school, a girl. But all they'll let him do is destroy it, again and again. "The problem with inheritance is that it's not always as simple as it sounds," GG explains sagely.
It's just a mask
Peel the skin away and we'll trade
I'm not so attached to this face
"Sometimes you get more than you bargained for..." Mrs. Inspektor joins her husband at that café table, and asks if it's over. He nods, guiltily: "They won't be back." She feels wretched about it too, but Mr. Inspektor is being a good dad. He's protecting his family: "We had to do it. They have money, lawyers. They wouldn't have stopped. We've already lost one son, we weren't losing another." She cries, and takes his hand.
We all create the world from in our skulls
Everything you think of is just as real as you make it
Now he only focuses on dreams
Can you make a name exist just by focusing on it
...We're like magicians when we dream
But we wake up nothing's different...