Bill almost choked to death, and Matt enjoys being so close to his goals with such little effort. Rain Man was a wasteful asshole. Matt explains cake numbers and Bill gets hungry. Bill loves Neptunium. Dean-o swings by to inquire about the poppies, Daddy-o. The boys sniff around classical Persian finger counting. Spidey’s web shooting sound-effect gets recreated by the jackasses, far too many times. Bill has a mini-stroke after the break. Shelly is beaming, but that won’t last. Phone Tech Jimmy is the best there ever was. Bill needs to work out his own jaw. Shelly realizes what he’s done. Lemmon acts the fuck out of this minute with practically zero dialogue. Ricky is squarely on his run o’ luck. Turns out, Baylen’s alter ego is a huge, jazz-douche. Everyone stay tuned for “Pod-iums”, Bill’s next podium-based, podcast endeavor. Matt just wants a courtesy wave. To end the Epstein, the fellas have a bit of a Katz-corner, ya know, for the Mamet.