Ambient ice jingling noise satiates Matt’s anger... until he remembers Bill is to his immediate left. Bill doesn’t quite know how to properly enter a domicile. The top of this minute is just the tip of the Dave Moss being-a-huge-pile-of-shit iceberg. Matt has engaged in some B&E’s and Bill seems very judge-y about it. Bill hates smoking but loves the look of smokers. The mad Moss bomber strikes again, “Tonight is the thing.” Matt finds a bit of specious occurrence in the progression of the pre-he-hemium leads. The boys imagine more Blake speech prep. Maybe too much, but since no one is listening... or reading this... fuck it. George doesn’t have a proper robbery outfit. Bill has never heard of an Abba Zabba. Matt provides a history of the hoagie for absolutely NO reason. Bill is an accomplice to the great Heritage’s cigarette heist of ‘89. Bill tells us how deliveries work. In a new show-low, we find out Bill’s top 5 slushy flavors and a VERY contentious “who would they play” ends the episode.

You can’t tee up the music of the soul. Bill thinks Matt’s segment needs a jingle and Matt is, as usual, anti-jingle. Matt reminds Bill that his Grandma “got down.” Cigarette machines continue to be a reminiscing point for our heros. Bill wants an agent smith multiplicity applied to George Aaranow. Matt wants the same with Roma, mainly for the aroma of Roma. Matt is done with the wet-Shelly-in-the-car motif. Bill, it seems, could sit and look at a wet Lemmon in a nondescript sedan for days on end, and Matt wants none of it. Train talk resurfaces, this time in terms movie-shooting logistics. Mamet flexes his economy-of-language muscles with the brilliant Shelly phone call in this minute. Matt just finally says it this week, “Roma is beyond reproach.” Trumbo and Fink get some juice in a take-down of old-Hollywood-assembly-line style of move making. Bill is producing “Ride A Dong, Too.” The boys discuss where the six additional voice actors might have been heard in the film. Adieu till next week, that’s if the Kentucky slap around didn’t take too much a toll on the fellas.

Matt starts off perturbed with Bill... again, which Matt is starting to consider a public service, since one could set their watch by it. Vin Baker the slam dunk maker gets thrown to the wolves this minute. The fellas discuss all the delightful banter in the language this minute. The boys find their way back to the top of the minute at least 4 times thanks to Bill. Davey Moss swears that while this robbery is a crime, “It’s also very safe.” Spliffs and vapes and essential oils make up Matt’s very distinct and according to his partner Bill, “peculiar” odiferous situation. Bill goes on a little gun-control jag which prompts Matt to go on a little fun-control jag. The TSA hates us because without us, they wouldn’t have to work as hard? In a revealing display of Bill’s lack of complex thinking, he asserts that there are two kinds of people, shoes-on folks and shoes-off folks. Cigarette machines were odd, magical machines to a child’s little eyes. Pull our handle and enjoy!!!

The fellas are back and they are speaking, or rather talking about all things GGGR. The boys wonder whether the podcast is a failure? Answer: You’re goddamn right it is, but our hero’s persistence, it’s not my place to say this... is admirable. Chevy Chase gets some action this week. Moss continues to play cat, to Aaranow’s mouse. Bill is perpetually shrugging. Jerry Graff is essentially the Burger King to Premier Properties’ McDonalds. Davey drops a Moss-bomb in this minute. Bill brings a quote to quote corner that they’ve already covered, but worse than that, Matt reminds us that the quote corner jingle is still entirely too long. Bill plays the role of the gotcha journalism guy. Matt wants to make Glenngarry amulets. Finally and most importantly, a VERY special and magical unicorn shows up to mercifully help the fellas end the episode. 🦄 💦🥞

An ACTUAL hiccup side-tracks the fellas early. The boys churn out Seinfeld episodes ideas like it’s their job. Corporal Klinger gets some “who would they play” love this week. Ricky takes Jimmy Lingk for a walk around the block. Ricky is imploring James to live in the moment. Bill says he’s in innovation, which makes Matt wants to innovate getting rid of Bill. Matt isn’t sure what “balls feel like concrete” objectively means. Fear keeps us all out of the moment. The fellas take their best guesses as to the Lingk family’s financial situation. For the leads Dave!! What could we get for the leads? All we talk about is the goddamn leads! Bill reminds us that you never want to go 🍩 ➡️ 🍺. Al, the barkeep, can be seen lurking in the background throughout this minute. In a GGGR first, our heroes get ALL THREE of their be-jingled corners/segments in this ONE episode. Be impressed people... be very impressed.

A chorus of Romas asking for new leads, gets the fellas going this week. Even while being a be-sashed mayor of Romaville, Bill still feels a bit uneasy about his wallet. Csonka is giving $5 mustache rides. A couple of “regular” guys discuss satisfying evacuations. Lingk doesn’t want to be banished from Romaville. Nothing says “hey fuck you guys” like a Ricky Roma wink. Great meals don’t fade in Matt’s memory everything else does. The boys talk about how food should just be fuel. Jimmie Lingk isn’t sure he’s had any “good fucks” to use as a base-line, reference point. As far as Matt is concerned, Ginnie can fuck right off. Bill sees the Roma sit as a classic, boy-meets-chump situation. Bill is afraid to see other productions of Glenngarry because he’s a delicate flower. Listen as Matt tries most pronunciations of “Schreiber.” F. Murray Abraham haunts Bill’s dreams and to Matt’s mind, Bill is dealing with a legit romantic infatuation. It’s because of this crush that Bill ushers is into a fun “who would they play.” Matt would give hugs to Ameche all goddamn day. Bill wants to sit on the worst lap ever. The Star Trek folks saved a lot on the Klingon make-up when they cast F. Murray. Matt knows that when Bill is shooting, there are rebound stats to be had. In another great stroke of drink-casting, Dave Moss drinks a Budweiser.

Unfortunately, Truman "Droopy Dog" Capote gets us started this week. It was about to be Matt's favorite minute, but like most things Matt enjoys, Bill ruins it. Bill believes that this minute contains some "ponderous feces." Matt would prefer Bill just didn't lean on him at all as the fellas unpack this densely brilliant monologue. Bill thinks that train compartments smelling of shit is a joke, Matt thinks it's a serious matter. Bill gets a little hung-up on "middle class morality," and we all get a little cringed-up at one of Roma's allowances. The fellas discuss "absolute morality." Matt made a living disappointing his mother while bill holds guilt about the scant few times he let his mother down. Matt wants to have a book burning with all of Bill's God books. Matt gets called lucky for the first time ever and then Matt points out the AIDA of the Roma speech. Bill and Matt imagine a warm, wet noodle blanket. Bill despises any and all episodic television. Walter Sobchak gets a shout out, which leads to a brief imagining of what a Cohen brothers Glenngarry would look like. Matt encourages everyone to, someday, just have a drink with a salesman.

The impending Roma scene is like Christmas to Matt, which makes this minute nothing more than a sad, old man in a phone booth. Bill is perpetually a first day of school kid. The Lemmon wetters get foiled this week. Matt and Bill both seem to love "as seen on TV" products. What is it that Mrs. Nyborg is out doing by herself so late at night? The boys discuss video game movies and their general ineffectiveness. Bill poignantly points out Shelly's tragic flaw. One shouldn't pretend to be in an office when calling from a highway. Dr. Encryption shows up to explain how spy stuff works. Nobody in NY has ever said "I'm going to Wisconsin." Bill brings a questionable game to the table and ushers the Fat Albert gang into the fold. Matt thinks Bill is turning into an old Mudfoot.

The sound of sweet oblivion opens up the episode and leads to Southern Gentleman speak and a shout out to Jerry Lewis. Matt thinks this minute is all about predator versus prey. Moss gets himself all worked up about stealing the leads, but George can only muster confusion. Bill pot-shames Rasheed Wallace. Alan Arkin offers up another great lesson in acting with one's chin while Ed Harris shows us Moss' soft-ish side. What did Jerry Graff say to make Moss concoct the heist? Bill shares the list of things someone should do to Mitch and Murray, if he were that kind of guy. Matt takes James Foley to task for some shoddy blocking and breaks out the "Bowl Rant." For some reason, Adrian Zmed keeps being discussed on this podcast. A new jingle is introduced and the fellas wonder if a Hanks can be done.

Bill starts the episode with a bit trivia no one wanted and damn near gets Matt's Italian-American card revoked. Roma man, Roma man, he don't care. This sentence can also be applied to other things that "don't care." What if George was saying "sails, sails?" In a new show-high, or maybe low, it's getting harder to tell, the boys cast GGGR with Muppets!? Our heroes take us on a bit of a detour through dead basketball players. Salman Rushdie gets a shout. Matt stresses "Don't do things that make you happy, be happy." Rows and roads can both be tough to hoe. Bill displays his only super power and yet again, high-roads Matt while being as wrong as one man can be. The boys unpack Moss' Nazi reference and in doing so, clumsily cover the holocaust from Anne Frank to Dave Moss. The boys talk about classism and confidence and how one must figuratively keep the rice bowl out of the stream of urine. Bill points out that Moss' plan has him out of the frying pan and into a slightly better frying pan. Despite having only each other to turn to, the fellas are pretty damn gruntled.