Minute 39: Christian Slater Is Not Fucking A Robot

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.