The fellas talk about the Celtics’ dominance. Matt laments approaching the end of the film which also means the end of the podcast. Bill suggests that David Mamet would be sorely disappointed in them. Matt is aggravated and Bill wants a nap (a potentially new podcast title). Matt has questions about this minute and about Bill’s obsession with floor-cleaning robots. Ricky is keeping secrets from D. Ray. Bill has always been a Mrs. D. Ray Morton, to Matt. More salt jokes this week. Matt wonders why D. Ray is going to Pittsburgh while Ricky heads to Mrs. Morton’s birthday bed. The fellas wonder why Ricky promises to take Jim to the VERY well-appointed Morton House. Dragon’s Lair gets some chatter. Ricky offers to buy Jimmy lunch, to smooth over the wrinkle. Ricky’s second signaling of Kennilworth is more “emphatic” than the last. Matt wonders why Shelly and Rick don’t just leave and go get on that scooter. Ricky tells Jim all about women, again. The fellas housekeep for a sec. Bill reminds Matt that they exist in a post-truth world.

Be forewarned, Episode 69 has the boys acting more adolescent than usual. Matt is nonplussed about Bill’s ACTUAL lack of housekeeping. Matt hates Kevin Harlan, like a lot, and has questions about the back. Shelly and Ricky are really having some fun with each-other. Bill shares some of his puppet making highlights. Kennilworth is saved for the right moment. Bill imagines Shel and Rick on a Vespa together. Matt wants to communicate exclusively, via a Pacino puppet. D. Ray Morton is not getting on the “1:00.” The fellas struggle to recall an airport’s name. Shel slaps Ricky. Jim Lingk’s off screen sadness is debilitating. The boys discuss Mamet’s use of “the phone.” Ricky, out here, modern dancing. Shelly wields the word Kennil-worth like a broadsword. The boys develop the foundation for the inaugural Mamet-con. We all get to visit Romaville and Bill wants Churros. The fellas get into a WWTP with the cast of WKRP in Cincinnati and they learn if Loni Anderson is Baylen, theres a room full o’ salesmen. Matt has some housekeeping and the boys express their gratitude to the listeners.

Gonzo starts the episode off with a big-bang. Matt has a rather unsanitary first, to celebrate with the audience. Bill hasn’t urinated since the Clinton administration. The boys are excited to talk about the Roma and Shelly improv scene. Bill claims that Shel’s minor stumbles are a bit of an issue. D. Ray Morton is a great made-up name and it prompts our man Bill to make some “salty” jokes. Matt suspects all the salesmen have a “go-to” alias. Ricky knows what D. Ray is up to insofar as his restaurant habits are concerned. Lingk just really wants to “Winegardner” this whole real estate situation. Bill’s notes lead Matt to believe that Bill is developing some serious cognitive issues. The fellas discuss nonsense phrases like “sales and services” and “service features.” The boys have some improv tutorial tidbits to share. Matt does his best to ruin Bill’s super fun Quote Corner, but Bill endures and comes through it with flying colors.

Matt is not a patient man.The fellas talk about Taj, and "The Fish Who Saved Pittsburgh" for way too long. Bill says he enjoyed "Black Panther" but then divulges a series of critiques.Ricky starts the con and it gets off to a bumpy start. Shelly shows dat bubble butt and oh do the fellas love it. The boys introduce “Mime Corner.” Shelly means business and doesn’t want any bullshit. Techniques for giving the bird are discussed.Shelly’s hubris is on full display here. Ricky cannot put down the leads.There’s a sudden return trip to Romaville.Matt wants us desperately to know that Kennilworth has to be a Chicago reference.Bill tells us about another in a long line of sad-sack stories. The fellas cast Stephen Root and Matt is caught unawares by a new jingle!

The write-up guy is on vacation.

As if the fellas needed more fodder for bickering, they endeavor to compare their top 5, all-time, Mamet films (excluding GGGR because, well, Bill made the rules). The results probably won’t surprise you, but it’s the goddamned journey that counts, not the destination. Grow up, would ya?

Matt always winds up back at asshole. Subscribers are thinking, “wow.” Terbium gets the fellas off on an environmental activism jag. Bill debuts and retires his Sammy Hagar impression. Shelly demands that Williamson, “Hand me out!” Does Williamson have a phone or not? Any tea-bagging from Shelly is barely a knee-bend. Ricky Roma, private dick: salesman-detective extraordinaire gets brought into the light. The fellas finally get back to Romaville. The fellas shudder at the thought that a man is “his job.” Matt points out that being on a sit and sitting with a customer are two different things. Leon Redbone swings around and brings that signature sound to the GGGR world. This inexplicably turns into a WWTP, where Rickman gets cast. From there its just straight-fizzle.

Matt helps Bill out of his imposter syndrome and then helps him back into it. Gonzo makes his GGGR debut. Shelly is locked all on the Nyborgs, nothing on him. Matt praises the direction and camera work while again reiterating his LMR argument. Bill is the slumper AND a slump seer. Anyone looking to unleash their pent-up, giant baby thoughts, @billwinegardner is ready for you! The fellas liken the salesforce to a bunch o’ vampires. Then they discuss what it is to have solemnities. Why didn’t The Machine notice the sideboard at first? The boys announce their new project, “The Cyborg, Sideboard hour.” Bill is dealing with some PTSD from abusive, early episodes. Mamet’s work is so lean. Bill notes that Dave brings you “in” by leaving things “out.” Shelly and Ricky shake hands like men. Bill tells us all about the time when he got Stroehecker’ed and the boys rank the probable handshake techniques of the salesforce. The fellas incept a housekeeping within a housekeeping. Matt has a fuel cell that runs on conflict. Matt realizes that Bill is already at peak performance, but it’s OK, 'cause he’s got a real dandy handshake.

A new segment, “What’s Botherin’ Bill?” is born, and in the maiden voyage, Bill whine-asks the question, “Where are my play toys?” Li’l Roma is the dream that turns into a nightmare for Matt. Bill vows to do something pro-active for the first time in… well prolly a really, really, long while. The legend of Coty Clark is born, and dies just as quick. Matt is super excited about what minute 63 means to his LMR (legit mutual respect) argument. Matt is a casualty of the contemporary language and gets ALL bound up on the phrase “pussy-foot.” Shelly is NOT pussy-footing around, even when fumbling with breakers in the basement. Matt hates a pleat, and the fellas break down the suspenders in this minute. 22 minutes is a long time to be holding up a pen. Shelly is blasting his delts. Bill breaks down what exactly is the “friendly end” of a pen. Harriet and Blah Blah are VERY uneasy about the salesman statue sitting at their kitchen table. It's like pulling teeth for Matt, attempting to get Bill to apologize. Bill, as usual, prematurely wants to end the minute. Matt wants the new jingle. Bill shares some more theater stuff but this time he saw it in a moving picture house. The boys slip in one of the shortest housekeeping segments ever, and follow it up with a WWTP that takes them all over New York City and into your living room, circa 1980. The fellas have a blast recreating the WTF interview. If anyone’s reading these, tweet “You stupid fucking cunt” to @gggrminute… and then please go for help… wait, first order me up some fried-rice, THEN go for help. Thanks.

Bill innovates systems of his own imaginings, he also thinks snow storms are a waste of time, so Bill hasn’t missed a beat. Matt takes us down to the Samarium area. The fellas discuss metals, magnets and kabuki drops. “Guy McIntyre, Noir Offensive Lineman” is born. Ricky gets REAL comfy as Shelly starts telling the war-story and Matt is ON BOARD! The fellas discuss the “stats” for entirely too long. Crumb cake, from the store gets its day on the shelf. Glenister gets the GGGR bump though that probably doesn’t mean what you think it means. The fellas discuss the sales protocol. John C. Riley gets corralled in this week’s ACTUAL WWTP. Bill doesn’t like Hoffa and dodges any responsibility for not having produced a new jingle. Bill considers the podcast a “me” situation while Matt considers it an “us” situation. Bill’s only attempt at being logical is scatalogical. The fellas break down “the guy on the train” metaphor and ask each other an important moral question. We learn that Bill is a stand-up guy and Matt is less than a stand-up guy. No one is surprised. Bill gives us the Welcome Back Kotter WWTP and secretly longed to be a sweat hog and Matt does his best to stay… awake. The “Silver Spoons” theme is discussed for literally NO reason.