Mokeski is a beast. George is no fucking good. Ricky doesn’t know what he’s gonna do all month. Bill is gullible. And Matt’s a buffoon.

Matt loves old typewriters and hopes to one day, pending Hanks’ interest, host a podcast about them. Bill prefers the company of older folks when ringing in the new year. Matt shouts out the Buck-ster this week. Bill will happily go all-Duckworth on you without missing a beat. Baylen smiles like he wants to take Ricky out back for some some real Bond-esque, testy torture. Bill gets all “theater professor” on us for a spell. George looks to seek comfort in the loving reassurance of Richard Roma. George’s studio apartment is all of our studio apartments. The fellas look a bit forward to the upcoming minutes and the excitement mounts. Bill confirms Roma’s hair is still in flippity mode. The fellas bemoan how revealing movie trailers have become. Matt loves Bill’s rock and roll voice in the new “who would they play” jingle. The boys cast Brad Pitt this week. A Happy New Year and hearty “thank you” to all who listened this year.

This week we learn Bill apparently takes on all comers and he clearly doesn’t judge. Relationships get redefined, again. Innuendo-y names abound. Bill unveils his finest jingle to date. A new ride at Romaville is born, ya know, for kids. The fellas enlist Jude to help keep the listeners they have already. This is by far the most x-rated GGGR minute to date. The boys giggle and grin at “Bubbie.” Bill has done some exhaustive Cadillac research. Ricky heads out to the Six Flags safari with George in tow. Baylen is looking as imposing as ever. George is nervous that Ricky is gonna rile-up the cops and as such, he has been stress eating. In a landmark moment, Bill finally solves the decades-long question of why George won’t go to lunch. Bill is suddenly a CPA. What in the fuck is happening on the other end of Ricky’s phone call to Ginny? There’s a lot going on in the Lingk household. Bill loves the “Ciao, pope-card.” So does Matt, though he thinks it could have been Shelly. Bill sets us straight on Ricky’s obsession with the contracts. Roma nuggets for everyone!

This one starts with a bit of insanity, and not surprisingly, some adult-diaper discussion. Pacino and David Robinson standing around on set was not, anatomically something Al appreciated. Matt wants to unwrap the super powers of the Fonz and, as an unexpected byproduct the boys take a crack at a “Who Would They Play: Happy Days Edition.” Ricky facetiously confesses straight away. Bill is suddenly a lighting designer. Ricky wants A LOT of reassurance AND that goddamned Cadillac. Aaranow has achieved his level 2, stealth modification. The boys work out which side of Pacino’s Head is baseline for “flippity” and which is “floppity.” So, as always, really important stuff happening here people. Matt says that James Foley is British (he isn’t). Bill knows a Foley!!!! And he is contemplating stepping outside his one-square foot of comfort zone to help the show. Not to, fuck us up! To help men who are going out there trying to make a podcast. Bill finds himself to be very forgettable and Matt does not argue. Guys, Bill wrote it down so, you know... now it’s gospel. Matt would quit all of life’s pursuits to be the conductor on the “Runaway Roma Train” ride.

Bill wants to drop it like it’s... something? It’s Act 2 people! Matt wants an “Old Saint Pacino" dropping down the chimney and the elf on the shelf seems to be an NSA operative. Bill tells us all how the midpoint is the essentially the halfway point and that it often comes between the two acts of a play... We are all overwhelmed with his tutelage. Matt thinks Al is at his most Scarface-ian at the top of this minute. The boys talk about being personally stole-robbered. Matt had myriad clues to steer clear of Bill as a podcast partner, but did he listen? No. Paul Butler gets alotta chatter. Matt imagines an alternate podcast title called “doughnut talk.” Williamson is trying to evade the Ricky missile. Bill imagines that Shelly had to deal with way more impediments during the robbery than Matt thinks he did. “Whack-a-Williamson” is born as well as a smattering of other “Romaville” attractions. Bill is heard to be “primrose path-ing” again. Matt reminds everyone that “Clueless” is a great movie. Bill introduces a new jingle to mostly solid reviews, though Bill does promise better jingles to come. Roma-claus wishes you a merry fucking Christmas.

The boys are agog at how the minutes are lining up and they revel in their good fortune. It’s no surprise at all, to discover that Bill is more polite than Matt. Ricky wants to show Jimmy something and he “whips out the brochure.” The fellas cast Cleavon Little. Bill tears thru an IMBD page and wants no chiming in from Matt. Matt wants Bill to enjoy more episodic television. Jere Burns gets a lotta chatter and rightfully so. The boys break down the brochure and the continuing Roma sales pitch. The fellas consider an “infinity of Perhapses.” Matt schools Bill on “second-acting”and also being grateful. We all agree that things that make us go out, better be puppy worthy. Nitty McPickerton wants the prop department to shove this sales brochure up their asses. Some housekeeping about Columbo and the Mamet family. An unprecedented SECOND “Who Would They Play” in one episode is forced upon the fellas by one Bob Urich. Some more Romaville spitballing. The boys take a minute to celebrate the halfway point, and to look ahead to the second act!!!

The fellas are back in the bucket seats of the Buick Middle Manager and they are ready to ride again after a brief hiatus. First things first, a Glenister check in. This week, the seeds are planted for a Roma theme park. This episode goes out to sickly-Drago. In a post-apocalyptic world Bill still thinks that what he’s doing is good. Roma shows us, once more, the quintessential salesman. The fellas wonder “What do you keep?” Jimmy Lingk can’t get a word in edgewise. Matt wants to someday have a shipping company called “security... things, things... you know?” The boys take a huge detour around the cheekbones of Pacino. Bill owns some disturbing art. More great work from Foley gets a shout from the fellas, despite the questionable body of work that followed GGGR. Bill talks about the “back-end” of a Madonna project. More on the Hollyweird misogyny scandal. Bill is, because of his juror experience, now the arbiter of what male actor asshole is going away. Bill loves decision makers. Judge Arkin knew Bill was a diagram guy. The fellas are back on Spannel’s big-baby. Good Will Hunting gets taken down a notch or two. Believe it or not, the fellas cast Marky Wahlberg this week. Matt digs Christmas.

“You can’t look back because you don’t know your history.” Having reached the approximate halfway point of the film, the fellas look back at some of the fun, fits and fights they’ve had along the way so far. What does it mean to “come correct?” What are George Aaranow’s hobbies? Who belongs to the lectern? Haven’t I heard this stuff before? Well, yeah. But now you can hear it again! It’s a clip show!

Van “The Super Fan” Cahill starts us off with some encouragement, a recommendation and something Matt is unwilling to deem an actual observation. Bill has a bevy of costumes at home that he doesn’t use for anything but jokey-fun-times. Matt is staunchly anti dog/clothes. The fellas rejoice in (nearly) reaching the half way point. The oft maligned McDLT gets some four-finger, chatter this week. Bill wants to help get Matt checked in to Roma-addicts anonymous. Bill is tracking the part in Pacino’s half-hair/half-rug situation. Dave has been fibbing about the amounts he promised. George repeatedly wants to know why. Nancy Kerrigan as George Aaranow. Shelly is back to banging away at the Nyborgs on the phone. And James Foley goes to town with this sequence. Lingk is looking at Roma lovingly, despite his, by Bill’s supposition, daily commute. Matt reiterates for the record that he “Hates everything about Bill.” Bill goes Glen Ross Farms while Matt sees himself as more of a Glengarry Highlander. We get housekeeping and a quote corner. Slater has some mundane thoughts on the Roma character. Bill wants to get cozy with Glenister, who arrives out of nowhere in a very Beetlejuice-esque fashion. Bill thinks the boys should take the podcast to London, Matt agrees. Would either of the fellas approach Mamet in a theater lobby?

Bill claims too much is never enough 'cause he's a hedonist, but Matt ain't buyin' it. The controversy surrounding a member of the film's cast reminds the fellas of The Jesus and somehow involves one of the Coreys. Matt wonders what to do when our heroes fail us. Moss admits he has a big mouth for his own gain. Matt gives a taste of the Como Inn while Dave's alibi is evaluated. James Foley is invited to join the fun. George declines Dave's invitation to rob the office. What is the maximum occupancy of the Bowl Rant? Does George's no mean yes? Is Mamet at the top of his game with this film? George stays in his lane because snitches get stitches. And finally, thoughts and prayers go out to the inimitable Mr. Glenister, whoever he is, for all he's been through living in Dave Moss's skin.