The Write-up Guy is too forlorn and despondent about the results of the “Shelly” draft to even begin to make an effort.He would like to express his T.Hanks, though. Anyway, the fellas choose one person from each character corral and then duke it out to create one final fantasy cast. Sigh.
Bill never slid a garter up a leg for a prom picture, nor did he ever nail a protest manifesto to a door. The fellas realize that they just sit and lie to each other to get thru the show. In the first of entirely too many WWTP’s in this episode, the fellas double dip Sam Sheppard and Scott Glenn. Matt don’t trust no-one with their own code. Bill interrupts Matt’s rendition of En Vogues’ “Never Gonna Get It.” Matt, hates having to talk Laker basketball but with Bill’s help, he gets through it. Nick Cage gets the high hat. Jeff Bridges gets high praise. The fellas discuss, as old men often do, the history and variation in personal day planners. We get a snapshot of George having his Wheaties and preparing for the work day. Ricky trusts George to let folks know where he’ll be, just like Mitch and Murray trust phone-tech Jimmy. Oh and here comes the third, and maybe the biggest WWTP thus far, John Goodman. The fellas discuss, only quasi-emotionally, the end of the film and the end of the show. In a fourth WTTP, David Strathairn then gets the same treatment that he and Matt gave that sink, that time. Bill runs us through some credit sequence tidbits and some stats and fun-facts. The fellas awkwardly get through some underwhelming “Thank you’s” and then engage in a denouement that takes entirely too long. Finally, Matt completely fucks up the end of the final episode, which he’s feeling really great about! Thanks to one and all for the most fun two guys ever had with microphones… No wait… that's probably… ahhh fuck it.
Bill is a flosser from way back. The boys start the episode by giving an oft overlooked genius, and a blockbuster movie-star the WWTP treatment. Plutonium gets its day in the sun, but please, don’t keep your plutonium in the sun. Matt gets very nervous that Bill is gonna utter this actor’s name, and then, it keeps coming up. Matt is flabbergasted that the space shuttle Columbia got used more times than some of his gym socks. Bill would have no trouble ordering a fluffy squirrel on-line, in Moscow. Bill tortures Matt with more punny allusions to a Cage. Evan Fournier gets combed over. Ricky is apparently into being watched. There is a kinder, gentler, Baylen, for a moment, then a taunty, menacing Baylen comes to play. It is Euclid. Georgie boy comes back to the office refreshed and ready to get back to work. Ricky knows something, we just don’t know exactly what he knows. The fellas wind-down this episode by, discussing some the more effective and ineffective denouements in their movie preferences. A veritable inception of denouements.
In this week’s extra-mini Minisode, the fellas pick their favorite, non-GGGR performance from each member of the unrivaled, inimitable, and vaunted cast members.It goes better than anyone could have expected.
Bill almost choked to death, and Matt enjoys being so close to his goals with such little effort. Rain Man was a wasteful asshole. Matt explains cake numbers and Bill gets hungry. Bill loves Neptunium. Dean-o swings by to inquire about the poppies, Daddy-o. The boys sniff around classical Persian finger counting. Spidey’s web shooting sound-effect gets recreated by the jackasses, far too many times. Bill has a mini-stroke after the break. Shelly is beaming, but that won’t last. Phone Tech Jimmy is the best there ever was. Bill needs to work out his own jaw. Shelly realizes what he’s done. Lemmon acts the fuck out of this minute with practically zero dialogue. Ricky is squarely on his run o’ luck. Turns out, Baylen’s alter ego is a huge, jazz-douche. Everyone stay tuned for “Pod-iums”, Bill’s next podium-based, podcast endeavor. Matt just wants a courtesy wave. To end the Epstein, the fellas have a bit of a Katz-corner, ya know, for the Mamet.
Matt reminds Bill that not everyone wants the “flava.” Bill claims he doesn’t “trot in” from anywhere, and if he did, he’d step on a line, no problem. Matt is upset (shocking) that Bill has discussed most of this minute in previous episodes. Uranium gets its day in the sun (run!). Dean-o swings by. Matt doesn’t like movies with temperatures in the title. DeShawn Stevenson’s tattoo anecdotes entertain the fellas. The LMR debate comes to a head today and after some unpleasantness (and maybe some higher volume outbursts, Matt, we’re looking in your direction), the fellas graciously find some common ground. Bill has dreams in which he can’t scream, conversely Matt has no trouble laughing about it. Bill makes a great observation about Shelly being powerless to communicate in this minute. Bill features a Glengarry themed parody song that has pleased Matt for decades. Bill housekeeps a fairly important film that the fellas omitted in the ’92 review show.
Bill sings Matt into a vicious malady right off the bat. The fellas are north of 90 and they can’t believe they find themselves in Denouement-ville. Protactinium gets its half-life, moment in the sun. Matt is so done with the penny. George joins the fellas for the numerology segment. The boys apparently abhor the pumpkin innards. The minister of defense swings by, one Epstein too soon. Matt lays out the listener’s approach to Bill’s speedbump-itude. Shelly is trying to get out of jail with the old “I have a family thing” excuse. Williamson is a consonant lover. Roma cannot stop fiddling with that belt. Matt has had moments when he is actually unable to find “his couch, the living room.” Jagoff John might be a prime example of the “Peter Principle.” Matt suggests Kevin Greene for the Baylen corral. Kevin Hart gets thrown to the Blake-wolves. Phone-tech Jimmy does some fine, fine work at the end of this minute.
The episode starts with some Gonzo convo. The boys agree that they are now at the “right” angle. Bill not only enjoys puzzles, but is also a puzzle unto himself. Matt is once again thwarted by his partner’s sieve-like memory. Bill sings us a bar of “Ain't no good with eggs.” Matt has some real issues with soccer’s “stoppage time.” John Williamson finally admits to not liking Shelly. Bill admits to both having “Memo Fever” and also really not liking how John has handled the whole memo situation. Matt admits to not liking the whole Webb situation. The fellas wonder why the Nyborg lead is still in the “rotay.” Matt has long-held an erroneous assumption about the film. The fellas agree that the descriptions of the Nyborg’s house didn’t sound all that squalor-esque. Matt is taking the anti-fever stance, while Bill likes to power through any illness. Matt is still looking for a podcast feud. Bill explains Shelly’s peculiar “Why?” Matt wants to point out once more that it WAS a pretzel and its called a “Diner check mint.”
The fellas discuss the illustrious line-up of films released in 1992 and where Glengarry Glen Ross ranks among them.
Buckle up for our longest episode to date! Matt compares Bill to a wet towel. Pythagoras, man, Pythagoras, man, he don’t care. Matt reminds us that GGGR is a two-actinium play. Bill has no significant industrial use and he likes it like that. The fellas are concerned that episode 18 of this podcast, will soon be banned (Editors note: Minute 18 is a fantastic episode entitled “Fuck or Wok” and we’re all very proud of it). The fellas run-down Sweet Lou Amundson’s impressive resumé. The fellas discuss who actually does have the biggest mouth in the office. Is Williamson… a stand-up guy (gasp)? Shelly is a bad father and Matt can barely stand it. Williamson is loving every brutal second of having Shelly by the Shel-hairs. There are more mailboxes at Premier Properties than in the post offices of some midwestern towns. Here at the GGGR Minute, we graciously and humbly accept the (imaginary) award for Most “Svaboda” mentions of any podcast, ever. “You like us. You really like us.” Matt attempts to start a podcast feud. Shelly would look great in a fast-food apron. Matt shocks everyone with a very unimpressive quote corner, and THEN the fellas cast the indomitable, unassailable, Gene Hackman.