“THIS MOVIE’S RUINING ROAST BEEF SANDWICHES FOR ME!”

Bob playing the banjo around the campfire - again, BB’s character consistency amazes me.

“Donut the dog, right?”

“Goodbye Donut, I’ll never forget you, don’t change...”

“Is Donut your brother? Just asking...” Oh, Tina, my spirit animal, never change.

Turn around

This is my 70+ year-old mom’s method for cooking “sticky rice”. Wash rice 3-5 times in cold water. Soak rice 30 minutes. Start rice cooker. Let rice stand 15-30 minutes after rice cooker turns off, then fluff with rice paddle.  Roll eyes and cluck tongue at heathen daughter as she puts soy sauce on hot fresh rice.

She does, I meant in a more general sense than just this ep. Sorry, that wasn’t clear at all.

Also how good is it to hear Melissa Galsky’s voice in a cartoon again?

I just McGuirk-yelled at Brendon-look-alike waiting for the port-a-potty.  It felt damn good.  “BRENDON!  BRENDON!”

Hearing HJB talkin’ soccer scratches my never-ending “Home Movies” itch in the most gratifying way and I’m going to spend tomorrow yelling McGuirk-isms. “CAN EVERYBODY ON MY SIDE PLAY THE GAME OF SOCCER!!!”

“Should we just push a bunch of buttons on the remote?  That’s how I saw ‘9 1/2 Weeks’...”

DAMN YOU SIGMA SILVER

Great victim blaming. Here’s an op-ed by another his former classmates that addresses that directly:  https://www.nytimes.com/2018/03/27/opinion/nikolas-cruz-shooting-florida.html

OMG I hadn’t even thought of that. Like, my brain just went “yeah, of course they’d just walk in while Dr. Yap had his hands in someone’s mouth...”

But NOT HERE, BOB, THE COFFEE SHOP ACROSS THE STREET.

DR. YAP! DR. YAP! DR. YAP!

Burger of the Day when Brett came in: I’ll Olive What She’s Having.

See: 19th c. cult of invalidism. Women glamorously wasting away were the feminine ideal.

“The only thing hidden here is my personal toilet paper.  Oops, I’ve said too much...”  Mr. Branca is a gold mine.