I am, however, now forced to admit that Rebadow just made me laugh, and he didn't even have to drop trou to do it. He's rolling the book cart through Em City, chanting "Libros! Libros para los muertos!" Heh. And even if I only laughed because it reminded me of that scene in Quick Change, it's still his best line in three seasons. The other inmates, Busmalis included, tease him about the books in a nicely crafted tracking shot that winds its way through the common area, and ends with McManus coming over to tell Busmalis that Norma came to visit him again. Busmalis remains adamant that he isn't interested in seeing her, although he does helpfully exposit their entire history for those who can't be bothered to remember these things (like me, for example). In a mildly successful attempt to convince Busmalis to meet with her, Timbo slyly hints that there may be some secret problem with Norma or the child. Then he departs, secure in the knowledge that once again, his ham-handed attempts at psychological manipulation are doomed backfire, bringing inevitable misery and despair upon everyone involved (like me, for example).
Grumpy Old Pod. Rebadoze asks Busmalis if it's true that Norma came to visit, to which Busmalis replies, "So we're both in prison then?" Heh. "I thought we were doing questions we already knew the answers to," he continues. Rebadoze, on the other hand, obviously thought they were doing scenes we already hated, because he starts quoting William Blake again. The only really interesting thing about this scene is the fact that Rebadoze takes the neck string off when he goes to bed. Hmm. The mystery deepens.
Shirley. Some people's senses get mixed up, and they experience words as colors, or sounds as tactile sensations. Judging from the way my upstairs neighbors like to thump the bass on their stereo, that not necessarily an unusual condition.
Uh, whose bright idea was it to give matches to a guy who's on death row for ordering a fatal arson? Actually, when you think about it, it was probably the same guy who keeps stealing all the light bulbs. Timmy Kirk is in his cell, chanting various satanic incantations into a burning black candle, when Father Mukada stops by for a nice little visit. The good father is in street clothes because of his suspension, and he tries desperately to look as imposing as a man who only weighs thirty-five pounds possibly can as he demands that Kirk retract his allegations of sexual abuse. "You touched my penis," replies Timmy, before adopting a hilarious tone of disgust and adding, "You licked my ear." There's more blah blah Satancakes before Timmy finally cops to his master plan, which is to see Father Mukada defrocked and despairing as the result of his own death. The Synthesizers Of Evil Incarnate play us out of the scene.