Can you guess what's next? Donna: "So what was the movie about?" Mickey babbles and lies even more, claiming that he only went to the theater because of writer's block, and left as soon as he got an idea. The idea? A column on how rising murder rates lead to rising insurance rates. He further claims that Memmet thought it was the best idea he ever heard and wants him to write it right away.
Can you guess what's next? Memmet: "Now that's a shit idea. Don't write it because I won't run it." Mickey tries to convince him to run the column, adding that he "ran it past Roger Ebert at the Sun-Times, and he got tears in his eyes. He actually had to sit down." Something tells me that's actually a pretty fair approximation of Roger Ebert's response to The Mind of the Married Man, and not in a good way either. I certainly know this show has left me with tears in my eyes more often than I'd care to admit. Sometimes they're tears of shame that I'm prostituting myself on the altar of Mike Binder just for the lousy few bucks these recaps pay each week. Other times, they're the tears you get from slicing an onion, as that's precisely the sort of odor this crap emanates. Memmet next runs off some psychobabble and also some backstory, but since I'm not recapping this crap anymore and you all stopped watching three weeks ago, there's no point in my explaining it to you. Wow. This not caring is so liberating. I love it.
Chris Albrecht: Oh, come on. How can you not care? I mean, that's not TV. That's HBO.
Aaron: That's crap.
Chris Albrecht: That's beside the point.
Aaron: No, that is the point.
Chris Albrecht: Yeah, I know. But I gave it a green light, which makes it MY crap, so try and work with me, wouldya? Believe me when I say you don't want Gerald Levin breathing down your neck.
Aaron: Eh. Been there. Done that. Pitch him a few product placement opportunities and he turns into a total pussycat.
Chris Albrecht: Ooh, good call. You know anyone who sells disinfectant? This show is the perfect vehicle.
Jake's house. Eileen calls and asks to speak to his wife. He hangs up on her (Love it, love it, love it! The not caring, not what's actually happening onscreen). My old pal The Hyperkinetic Editor Who's Suffered A Relapse And Returned To His Twitchy, Twitchy Ways chops up a few shots of Jake sending the kids off to bed, and then someone starts knocking at the door. Can you guess who it is? Yep, that's right. It's Eileen The Oversexed Entertainment Editor. Jake pleads with her not to confront his wife, and she finally consents to meet him for coffee down the street instead of coming inside. My new (old) girlfriend Brigitte Bako looks both sad and suspicious as she watches her husband leave.