When Randy started doing the voiceover, I started giggling. I laughed out loud when his title screen came up! I was prepared for the rest of the episode to be all from Randy’s POV, but they just kept on switching it up on us. But, Dammit! Why didn’t they give us a “My Name Is Catalina” segment?
I wouldn’t have picked Joy for a Faith Hill girl, but that made it all the more funny.
The Crabman’s ‘eulogy’ to the little fish was priceless: “Sorry I got the pepper confused for the fish flakes. That’s a terrible way to go. If it makes you feel any better, I put fish flakes on my eggs. I didn’t die, though.”
I loved how all of their separate stories intertwined. Reminded me a little of Seinfeld.
I’m not sure if you’re referring to the live-action film or the animation, but the “guy who sounded like Count Chocula and looked like Frankenberry” is neither. Dave Thomas portrayed Boris Badenov in the live-action film, and Keith Scott is the current character voice.
Brilliant, I tell you, just brilliant! I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time.
Randy to gay guy on park bench: “I need the stuff! Have you got the stuff? 'Cause I really need the stuff!”
Earl trying ten staggering paces as if he were drunk.
Earl talking about the homeless guy and the dye pack: “Don’t worry, he’s on my list too. I still see him around town now and then. He’s still purple.”
Darnell looks at the camera meaningfully as his voiceover says, “That bitch is crazy,” and Joy cackles out of the window.
The shift to each character’s POV, including theme music and the title card shot of each standing in the motel parking lot: “My Name is Earl… Randy… Joy… Crabman… Dotty.” OMG, Dotty!
Zany and wonderful.
But Robby, as a history buff, I too was saddened to see Joy reduce the Civil War general’s prized silverware to a bunch of blackened, tarnished lumps. That’s Joy for you!
I suspect there was another scene in there that was cut- they were flat and in the closeup at the end, they had hammer imprints in them. My guess is after Joy scorched them with the torch, she pounded the hell out of them to try & soften them up, then gave up and buried them.
You know the kind of woman who looks like a quiet librarian during the day but then takes the pencil out of her hair and it falls down looking all sexy? Sigh, that’s not me. My Name is Dotty.
And it reminded me of our library: I’d like to make a donation. …joke about weed… Ok, I’ll get the shoebox!
Our library doesn’t have fines but if you feel like it you can donate to the conscience box, which is an old metal Band-Aid box.