This week's show is piping hot and fresh off the presses. Matt can live without an eclipse. Bill loves a good segue. Matt shouts out "The Truth" and very much wants to cast Lee Majors. We all figuratively get banished from the Spannel household in this minute, but not before the fellas, at long last, break down dickies. Larry just can't shake the machine, despite his best efforts. Premier Properties is in the process of converting all their analog files to digital. Barkeep, I'll have a Jack Lemonade as long as the bar is dark and sad. Bill is back on the Big Baby. More misogyny, man. MYHGA! Also, for your enjoyment, more jingle conflict. The fellas talk about all things bionic man and woman. Bill milks moments like a dairy farmer and Matt has ceased asking for his tea.

Get on board or GTFO! Matt is thrilled to dedicate this episode to his favorite basketball player. Speculation about the furnishings in Larry Spanell’s home leads, somehow, to the fellas ruminating over the film “Boss Baby” and the size of the Spanell family’s baby. Matt tries to teach Bill proper Instagram etiquette. Things get a little uncomfortable on Shelly’s sit despite his best efforts. Bruce Altman’s hair and basketball trash-talking prowess are nonpareil. The elephant in the room changes the tenor of the scene, but Shelly has to deny it. The turtleneck rears its… neck again. Do babies know what a telephone is anymore? Dave Moss would never buy anyone a drink unless he wants him to do something for him. Lamps and lampshades are discussed at length for some reason. A debate rages over whether Ray Liotta is an icon or just another guy.

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Why does Bill have seemingly zero confidence? 'Cause apparently he doesn't really know what confidence is. The fellas discuss two of the oddest looking white guys to ever lace up the high-tops. Finally, we arrive at the house of Altman. Lemon is wet and ready to get-down. The fellas break down the questionable "decor" of the Spannel living room right down to the Navaho loveseat. Shelly wastes no time at all in throwing Larry's fishing rod into the corner like it owes him money. The fellas imagine a world where the sales force is nothing but honest on a sit. Bill is proud of the podcast; it's just kinda hard to tell. Apologies to anyone who chooses to go by the name Lawrence. Bruce Altman has, hands down, the best hair in the film. Matt sets Bill straight on the whole boxer-brief situation, which is staggeringly late in the game. Matt, as usual, confuses his Burts. And then, more underwear stuff, cause, you know, Mamet.

So... Matt has tasted his own urine. Bill seems to no longer be interested in playing the casting game. Matt thinks Bill appears squirrelly and untrustworthy. Aaranow is especially wound up this minute. After the fellas dip their toes back in the racism pool, they look to cast Carol O'Conner and Sidney Poitier. If you need to know how this epidode is going, all you need to know is "Heads is Roma, Tails is Moss." Bill's hetero-normative take on Adam and Eve is awkward at best. Nippsy Russel works blue thanks to Blake. Aaranow seems to feel that a man can shake in most any kind of footwear. Matt makes mention of Bill's senility and that sets the fellas off on some political nonsense about flags and other horseshit. An impromptu quote corner for your ears this week that turns out to be the worst quote corner we've ever done (thanks Bill). Matt cleans up Bill's garbage... again. Dicky Van Dyke gets some juice this week. Matt gets his Bible stories all confused but remains juicy. Next stop the house of Altman.

Bill starts us off this week by ONCE AGAIN, feigning interest but this time he does it with a thumb up his ass. Car purchases aside, Matt considers himself more of a lesbian-lady than a straight man. Bill proves to be an even bigger Aaranow than first estimated. Matt takes Steph Curry to the mat unnecessarily. Bill despises Matt's new opening, jersey-number, segment. "We work too hard," said everyone who ever had a job. The boys wanna set Glengarry in Philly just for the regional dialect. If Moss don't wanna take the leads, why's he take 'em? Matt once Ouija'ed in a church. Bill never knew about the "Three Men and a Baby" creepy kid. Moss isn't a pleasantries kinda guy. First they talk about doughnut orders then Matt's hummus recipe, then ALL the racism. The boys wonder whether George agrees with Dave, or if he's just Aaranowing. Bill brings in a dandy quote for the quote-corner. Bill gets treated to a 48 hour test-drive. Doctors, lawyers, mechanics would have been a good way to go. The fellas talk about how pressure affects performance and the breakdown the arc of Pacino's career (AGAIN!?!) Bill wants the doughnut order put under the microscope. Our hosts try their best to wrap their heads around the caloric intake and nutritional value of Moss' doughnut order.

To start Episode 29, we learn that Bill was not sure about following thru on the entirety of the film. Social media handles get some discussion this week. Sure Pervis was never nervous, but maybe not for the reasons you'd imagine. We're still in the car and 2 minutes in the Buick "middle manager" feels like a goddamned eternity. Shelly ain't got money in his wallet or anywhere else. The fellas wonder what exactly is in Shellys wallet? Shelly employs the last bastion of the outmoded guy. Bill will have lunch, before he's back from lunch. Mamet goes to lunch often in his scripts. Kostner was... fiery??? The answer is yes, so the fellas cast him. No one cares that Shelly bought his boss a trip to Bermuda 20 years ago. Williamson damn near brings Shelly to tears. Bill swears he's better than SOME people. Matt is NOT going into that back office if Charles Oakley is back there waitin on him? Maybe it's been Williamson holding Shelly back this whole time. Ray Ray Liotta gets some love from he boys. Matt is opting out of Bill's "buncha amateur Rich Littles" direction for the VO table read. The boys imagine being the "Lemon wetter" for all these rain scenes and they decide no one wants to be a Lemon wetter. The fellas clumsily fade into a "Regarding Henry" discussion on they're way out this week, and frankly, even in the moment they do seem contrite about it, so cut em some slack, eh?

The fellas aim to create a master villain called Barbosa. Bill is a giant sieve with diminishing capabilities. Shelly is invigorated in this minute. The fellas opine on How does one spell stuff that dumb white guys pronounce incorrekly? Which of the salesmen matriculated in higher education? What did Shelly go through to get his nickname “The Machine?” Which of the salesman was a college burnout? Bill has no idea how to refer to drug usage or mid-century monetary denominations. Mamet steals from himself but has a melody to his poetry. Williamson’s face is the most punch-able, smug thing ever. Matt explains the evolution of ATM thieves. Which “Hogan’s Heroes” actor will the fellas cast this week? “American Buffalo” comes up yet again. Which of the salesmen is the cuddliest? And why the hell are we talking about THAT?

Bill does one of his more disturbing characters ever to start the ep and his foibles are as far as Matt is concerned, akin to pedophilia. Nipsy Russel gets some attention this week. Ricky Roma is overheard using the king of pop's favorite, in-song expression, "Shamón." Shelly makes a guttural noise of dissatisfaction that would have lost him an election about a decade ago. The fellas wonder if anyone has ever started their car to insinuate that they should GTFO. You can't get all evil and cut-throat when people are just trying to go on a cruise. Hear Bill tip-toe around calling Mamet a racist. Matt consistently has 3rd act problems. Bill finally takes Tim Burton to task. Matt is on board. Bill knows the ending. Matt does not.

Bill couldn't even plug in a microphone for his pal, despite the fact that it was mere inches away. Bill is not only tired this week, but he is also a shit-dick. We witness, at Bill's urging, Shelly's cinematic conversion into a world unfamiliar. Matt vehemently hates a hearty "yeah, no." It's like Bill is getting paid per Star Wars reference and Matt thinks Uncle Owen was NOT a bad guy. Bill lobbies to cast Mark Hamill this week. The guys talk about their old cars in a very "top-gear" way. Bill imagines a world where everyone is or could be wearing a Dennis DeYoung wig. Matt will take the fries but please hold the goddamned aioli! Shelly ain't no aioli guy. In a display that can only mean this might be the worst critical analysis of Glengarry ever, the boys wonder what condiments the sales force would be. Matt wants a David Mamet coloring book. A quote corner brings the episode in for a bumpy landing. Remember guys, "it's there."

Discussions of ear buds and versatile ear canals start us off this week. Matt loves achievable expectations, and hates being called "mama." The idiots talk about 30 year old Phillies infielders. Shelly, like the rest of us, is dubious of Williamson's assertion that he will "marshall his sales force." The fellas wonder what the job posting of the office manager would look like today. Bill spends entirely too much time on YouTube for a sober guy. The boys talk about how Pacino now makes all his roles VERY Pacino. The boys are back to discussing the color palatte and lighting. Matt asks the age old question, "Where have all the Lemmon's gone?" Bill reveals more of his personal feelings on... stuff and Matt tells him to get out. Lee Greenwood gets some heat from the fellas. The guys discuss what other movie a minute podcast they would be interested in. Bill went hob-nobbing again. This time with George Takei. Bill asserts that one of the most widely regarded shows in theater history is "rarely performed," and he will someday give a handjob in the parking lot for Pacific Overtures tickets.