Get the chalk! Glengarry Glen Ross Infinite is here!

Bill and Matt struggle to start the new podcast, much like the old podcast. Eventually, they get around to introducing how they hope to continue expounding on Glengarry Glen Ross using an advanced AI they bought at a mall kiosk.

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The Write-up Guy is too forlorn and despondent about the results of the “Shelly” draft to even begin to make an effort.He would like to express his T.Hanks, though. Anyway, the fellas choose one person from each character corral and then duke it out to create one final fantasy cast. Sigh.

Bill never slid a garter up a leg for a prom picture, nor did he ever nail a protest manifesto to a door. The fellas realize that they just sit and lie to each other to get thru the show. In the first of entirely too many WWTP’s in this episode, the fellas double dip Sam Sheppard and Scott Glenn. Matt don’t trust no-one with their own code. Bill interrupts Matt’s rendition of En Vogues’ “Never Gonna Get It.” Matt, hates having to talk Laker basketball but with Bill’s help, he gets through it. Nick Cage gets the high hat. Jeff Bridges gets high praise. The fellas discuss, as old men often do, the history and variation in personal day planners. We get a snapshot of George having his Wheaties and preparing for the work day. Ricky trusts George to let folks know where he’ll be, just like Mitch and Murray trust phone-tech Jimmy. Oh and here comes the third, and maybe the biggest WWTP thus far, John Goodman. The fellas discuss, only quasi-emotionally, the end of the film and the end of the show. In a fourth WTTP, David Strathairn then gets the same treatment that he and Matt gave that sink, that time. Bill runs us through some credit sequence tidbits and some stats and fun-facts. The fellas awkwardly get through some underwhelming “Thank you’s” and then engage in a denouement that takes entirely too long. Finally, Matt completely fucks up the end of the final episode, which he’s feeling really great about! Thanks to one and all for the most fun two guys ever had with microphones… No wait… that's probably… ahhh fuck it.

Bill is a flosser from way back. The boys start the episode by giving an oft overlooked genius, and a blockbuster movie-star the WWTP treatment. Plutonium gets its day in the sun, but please, don’t keep your plutonium in the sun. Matt gets very nervous that Bill is gonna utter this actor’s name, and then, it keeps coming up. Matt is flabbergasted that the space shuttle Columbia got used more times than some of his gym socks. Bill would have no trouble ordering a fluffy squirrel on-line, in Moscow. Bill tortures Matt with more punny allusions to a Cage. Evan Fournier gets combed over. Ricky is apparently into being watched. There is a kinder, gentler, Baylen, for a moment, then a taunty, menacing Baylen comes to play. It is Euclid. Georgie boy comes back to the office refreshed and ready to get back to work. Ricky knows something, we just don’t know exactly what he knows. The fellas wind-down this episode by, discussing some the more effective and ineffective denouements in their movie preferences. A veritable inception of denouements.

In this week’s extra-mini Minisode, the fellas pick their favorite, non-GGGR performance from each member of the unrivaled, inimitable, and vaunted cast members.It goes better than anyone could have expected.

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.

Matt reminds Bill that not everyone wants the “flava.” Bill claims he doesn’t “trot in” from anywhere, and if he did, he’d step on a line, no problem. Matt is upset (shocking) that Bill has discussed most of this minute in previous episodes. Uranium gets its day in the sun (run!). Dean-o swings by. Matt doesn’t like movies with temperatures in the title. DeShawn Stevenson’s tattoo anecdotes entertain the fellas. The LMR debate comes to a head today and after some unpleasantness (and maybe some higher volume outbursts, Matt, we’re looking in your direction), the fellas graciously find some common ground. Bill has dreams in which he can’t scream, conversely Matt has no trouble laughing about it. Bill makes a great observation about Shelly being powerless to communicate in this minute. Bill features a Glengarry themed parody song that has pleased Matt for decades. Bill housekeeps a fairly important film that the fellas omitted in the ’92 review show.

Bill sings Matt into a vicious malady right off the bat. The fellas are north of 90 and they can’t believe they find themselves in Denouement-ville. Protactinium gets its half-life, moment in the sun. Matt is so done with the penny. George joins the fellas for the numerology segment. The boys apparently abhor the pumpkin innards. The minister of defense swings by, one Epstein too soon. Matt lays out the listener’s approach to Bill’s speedbump-itude. Shelly is trying to get out of jail with the old “I have a family thing” excuse. Williamson is a consonant lover. Roma cannot stop fiddling with that belt. Matt has had moments when he is actually unable to find “his couch, the living room.” Jagoff John might be a prime example of the “Peter Principle.” Matt suggests Kevin Greene for the Baylen corral. Kevin Hart gets thrown to the Blake-wolves. Phone-tech Jimmy does some fine, fine work at the end of this minute.

The episode starts with some Gonzo convo. The boys agree that they are now at the “right” angle. Bill not only enjoys puzzles, but is also a puzzle unto himself. Matt is once again thwarted by his partner’s sieve-like memory. Bill sings us a bar of “Ain't no good with eggs.” Matt has some real issues with soccer’s “stoppage time.” John Williamson finally admits to not liking Shelly. Bill admits to both having “Memo Fever” and also really not liking how John has handled the whole memo situation. Matt admits to not liking the whole Webb situation. The fellas wonder why the Nyborg lead is still in the “rotay.” Matt has long-held an erroneous assumption about the film. The fellas agree that the descriptions of the Nyborg’s house didn’t sound all that squalor-esque. Matt is taking the anti-fever stance, while Bill likes to power through any illness. Matt is still looking for a podcast feud. Bill explains Shelly’s peculiar “Why?” Matt wants to point out once more that it WAS a pretzel and its called a “Diner check mint.”

The fellas discuss the illustrious line-up of films released in 1992 and where Glengarry Glen Ross ranks among them.

Buckle up for our longest episode to date! Matt compares Bill to a wet towel. Pythagoras, man, Pythagoras, man, he don’t care. Matt reminds us that GGGR is a two-actinium play. Bill has no significant industrial use and he likes it like that. The fellas are concerned that episode 18 of this podcast, will soon be banned (Editors note: Minute 18 is a fantastic episode entitled “Fuck or Wok” and we’re all very proud of it). The fellas run-down Sweet Lou Amundson’s impressive resumé. The fellas discuss who actually does have the biggest mouth in the office. Is Williamson… a stand-up guy (gasp)? Shelly is a bad father and Matt can barely stand it. Williamson is loving every brutal second of having Shelly by the Shel-hairs. There are more mailboxes at Premier Properties than in the post offices of some midwestern towns. Here at the GGGR Minute, we graciously and humbly accept the (imaginary) award for Most “Svaboda” mentions of any podcast, ever. “You like us. You really like us.” Matt attempts to start a podcast feud. Shelly would look great in a fast-food apron. Matt shocks everyone with a very unimpressive quote corner, and THEN the fellas cast the indomitable, unassailable, Gene Hackman.

Matt is very supportive and nurturing, specifically for the sake of Bill’s growth. More discussions about how we as a people couldn’t resist using radioactive substances. Never lick your paint brushes to keep the point clean. Bill’s ineptitude is a sign of progress. Al gets taken down a peg or two. Matt talks to us about the HARM missile. The fellas delve into the whips of Mr. College football, Keith Jackson. The Premier properties break room may be the smokiest, smelliest room on the planet. The fellas break down what it is to “Do the Dutch.” Williamson makes a show of his affinity for Big Red. The boys speak briefly about liquid-center gums, and this nauseates Matt. Shelly admits that Williamson may have a “slight advantage.” Williamson is taking immense pleasure in Shelly’s misfortune and in finally revealing his tragic flaw. Bill draws a less-than-reasonable parallel between a Brady Bunch episode and this film. Matt gets a little activist-y right at the end but all in all, the fellas agree, this ep is a gem.

Matt is fired up and Bill is the gasoline. Bill would like to watch things vaporize and Matt would like to watch Bill watch that. Matt has the “Kill Bill” T-shirts already printed and ready to go. Bill won’t move that bubble wrap. Matt is reduced to conducting breathing exercises while Bill recounts some cricketing anecdotes. The fellas agree that A.I. fosters unity. Bill gets fired up for just a moment about jersey number restrictions. Matt feels Williamson’s horse-shit viscerally. The PDB gets his treatment. Bill is so proud of his week’s old, Chachi Arcola reference. Williamson, simply doesn’t care. The boys wonder if John would want Ricky in the room during the “rat-out” process. Lemon astounds the fellas yet again with the skillful execution of his craft. Matt continues to be made nauseated by John Williamson. Bill brings a list of Mamet, tie-ups, and Matt says “No, thank you.” The fellas squabble over “Heat” for a spell. Bill shares with us a Pirandello offshoot, movie idea. Dean Martin gets the corral treatment. Bill is worried about Dean-o getting his “cool buzzed.” Bobby Glennister pops on by and Matt senses that he’s seconds from death. Finally, Steven Tyler gets cast, mostly because the fellas are literally losing their minds.

Matt starts the episode three levels deep in a kind-of Inception-anger at Bill. Bill considers writing jingles for the mundanity of his every day life moments. Matt wants to “86” Bill from the show and now we all know the derivation of the term. Bill once met Hines Ward. Matt was terrified of the quiet killer. Bill is too proud of his own jokes. The fellas once again praise the film’s direction, this time, for the feeling of tension and claustrophobia. Here come the Lemmon praises again… look the guy was like, one of the best ever… What do want the boys to do? Bill tells us about his hard-workin’, never shirkin’ neighbor. Matt has some practical and economical ideas for vacationing with a young adult. Shelly appears to need a full dental workover while Williamson hurls his accusations. Foley encourages Lemmon to make “wah-wah-wah” faces. Matt checks in with Bill’s PB consumption. The fellas stroll down memory lane and recount one of Bill’s many theatrical disappointments. Matt reluctantly accompanies Bill on his, full-cast WWTP. Bill refuses to believe that the Facts of Life gals moved to a candy store. Matt is unhappy with Bill's lack of research. The boys agree uncomfortably, that where Kim Fields is concerned, there is no closing time.

Bill puts his unwillingness to take responsibility on display for the people. Matt is disgruntled. Bill regales us with stories of his particular faint-prone, frailty. Bill is eschewing the uniform dictate again. The fellas issue an artificial sweetener warning. The boys poke fun at maybe the most successful musical in Broadway history. Matt introduces Bill to the Youngbloodz. Chad Ochocinco gets discussed for the first time in a WHILE. Shelly cannot get the goddamn pretzel out of his goddamn molar. Spacey and Lemon share the screen dynamically. The boys sit in awe of the writing in this minute and its build to the inevitable reveal. Matt takes us back to Lech Walesa to free himself of embarrassment. Bill has been exposed as a peanut butter junkie and he does nothing whatever to deny it. Matt tells his friend here, a little something might help him to, cashew butter.

The fellas start the episode by introducing a new game, that no one will enjoy playing or listening to… and they call it “Don’t say the words.” Bill brings some prop talk. Matt thinks if you’re not getting you’re giving. The fellas, once again wonder why Polish jokes were OK. Matt faces one of the more embarrassing moments of his life, and that's saying something. Numerology gets really sad and weapon-y this week. The boys posit an innovative idea of swapping-in actual fat men, for nuclear weapons. Bill slept in the backyard 'cause he’s a grown man. The fellas briefly, welcome Peja Stojakovic to the podcast. The boys confirm that Shelly’s got a big mouth. Kevin Spacey gets his ass-kissed, but this time by two willing, middle-aged fellas. Bill apparently owns a business and sometimes wants to create a secretary. Spannel’s house is like a box of chocolates. Matt adore’s Bill’s “Shelly.” The fellas are too emotionally sensitive about this minute of the film and as a result, they practice psychological avoidance by engaging in a dynamic discussion of hard candies. Matt can’t extoll the virtues of pineapple enough. Our heroes end with a game as bad as the one they started with.

The write up guy is too drunk to work today. ¯_(ツ)_/¯

The fellas approach the All-Female Glengarry cast hub-bub with some opinions and some trepidation. Bill is a combination of randy and also leaden, on this particular day. Matt thinks Bill is perpetually seconds away from ingesting peanut butter. Bill is miffed at the idea of a “general purpose” bomb and has to get an Eagles reference in at every turn. Our heroes wonder who the fuck is Lempkin? More brilliant hand acting from Mr. Al. The fellas imagine a GGGR Atari game and they are both very pleased. Bill tells a Ford CEO story. Baylen is, most certainly, “hangry.” Roma continues ripping John a few new ones. Matt is accepting of some “non-reductive” machismo in the work place. Bill hates the dynamics of the alpha/beta quandary. The fellas break-down each Roma-insult. Baylen is essentially umpiring this scene and everyone is “out.” Matt is really champing at the ole bit to play Baylen. Bill suggests that kidnapping might be within Ricky’s purview. Matt gets a little maudlin about the ever-approaching end of the film. Bill has to bring up the giant baby and Matt gets a little homicidal about it. Bill wants a Glenister that can fit in his pocket. The fellas finally answer an episodes-long thermometer question in a dynamic housekeeping.

The glasses “tink,” then the bellies rumble, the head pounds. Yup you guessed it. The fellas finally get to try the oft discussed Thunderbird wine, to start the episode. A special thanks to Bill for bringing along the poison. Matt and Bill re-re-re-introduce themselves. Matt tells us about Shoji, the “Game of Generals” and imagine the salesforce might enjoy a game from time to time. Matt loves Talia Shire, but only in the pet store. Bill gets all mobbed-up. Matt briefly gets into the Hell's Angels. Bill talks Turkey. Dick “Night Train” Lane was more than just a suggestive nickname. Matt is so excited about the “stupid fucking cunt.” Bill is at a loss for words when discussing how broken Jim Lingk seems. Matt can't make sense of Lingk’s apology. Bill takes us, at long last back to Romaville. There’s no dramatic pause like a Ricky Roma dramatic pause. Williamson is less-than-happy. Ricky is looking for a duel and wonders who told Williamson he could work with men. Baylen provides a little comic relief. Dave Moss would be the last man standing in the breakroom-clearing brawl. What would this podcast even be if there wasn’t some discussion of Mr. Pacino’s “hair?” In a WWTP that can only be described as shocking, John McEnroe gets cast. Droopy Dog makes Matt VERY uncomfortable.

Bill does not do his homework. The fellas are agog at how thermometers work and they’re downright irate at “ménage” numbers. Fuck you, Lucas. Matt hates the passing of the peace, a fact that surprises no one. The fellas notice some 80/20 splits in their own movie watching habits. Our heroes discuss road-tripping on I-80. There are so many Mokeskis to choose from. Bill doesn't seem to get the concept of 80-shilling ale, because it’s about... ale. This minute is a distressing minute for all involved, but no one does distressed like Jimmy Lingk. The shoulder pads in all the suits come up for the 943rd time. Matt and Bill discuss different translations of the text. Matt wants to play the role of Baylen in the worst way. Ricky’s understated dismissal of Jimmy’s question about the cops is goddamn hilarious. “Slight Burglary” is a good band name. Matt softens his stance on Ginny for a fleeting moment. The lurking Levine in the background is something to behold. The fellas can confirm, that Williamson is, in fact, a shit-head. Our dear, frail old-men hosts discuss a time when a body could drink right out of a garden hose. Jimmy Lingk begs Ricky not to follow him, mostly because he can't resist Rick’s charms. The fellas discuss the overly apologetic folks among us. Matt is so excited about the next minute that he can almost taste the stupid fucking c#@t.

“Where is Winegardner Wheezing” is discussed as a dynamic future podcast endeavor. Matt thinks Bill’s death is a beautiful bird. Bill is so excited to share his new jingle and Matt is… mildly amused by it. Matt bemoans having to drag Bill towards success.Matt suggests “Dusty Gasses” as a band name. Bill is suspicious about eating potatoes grown in Martian shit-piles. Bill’s shoulders taper like an evil villain which inspires Matt to suggest that Bill would make a fantastic Williamson. Unquantifiable units of time are a very useful tool in a salesman’s bag of tricks. Ricky is the only one that can give Matt an ASMR response and Bill judges him for it. Pat Morita gets his corral assignment. Jonathan Pryce gets his testicles dabbed with rosewater yet again. Ricky loves talking about train compartments and seems to have an extrasensory, k-9 awareness about the immediate future. The odd timing of the interrogations catch the fellas attention again. Here comes Ricky with his “3 days” bullshit again. Baylen is fucking hungry and he would like to get some lunch, but, as the Ricky-ism states, Rick will be with him “in a while.” Matt shit-talks the cops. Bill fancies himself a bit of a detective. Matt wonders why Bill doesn't know something that is such a part of our cultural fabric. The boys debate who were the better TV cops, CHiPs or Adam 12. Matt apologizes to the lunch box people.

Bill doesn’t know exactly where his microphone is and Matt says he probably shouldn’t be using a microphone in the first place. Bill’s alter-ego-hip-hop-mogul, origin story is born. We are overjoyed to present to you all, Mr. “li'l Silver.” Matt loves the carol the 12 Days of Christmas, but could stand a few more Dancin’ Ladies. Tarot gets some love. Ricky softly says “tell you something,” but what he’s really saying is “Sell you something…” Jonathan “nice” Pryce has got some range. Ricky’s darting eyes are tell-tale signs of the shit-storm that’s about to come rolling out of Williamson’s office. Pulling a Zumbo (going to get a drink if things are getting weird) is discussed in some detail. Zumbo implores the audience to make adult-drink suggestions for 2dubs. Li'l Ricky just wants to play ball in the house. Ricky’s “You know me” after 12 hours of being a mild acquaintance, is amusing. Baylen is a third wheel for the B, love-story. The fellas engage in some “extraordinary” GGGR, world-expanding imaginings. Matt has to explain to Bill that one mustn’t just play a jingle.

Bill interviews JoAnn Foley, Office Production Assistant on Glengarry Glenn Ross. She shares lots of juicy info and tidbits from the set along with some great anecdotes and memories of the cast.

Bill is always doing a podcast with himself, in his head. Matt doesn’t care for that particular podcast. Bill promises a heapin’, helpin’ of common decency with every friendship. The fellas apparently don’t remember podcasting several moments in the film, nor do they remember entire segments of their own creation… and one of them is very sober. Marky Mark would make a terrible subconscious. Matt is unimpressed by the minute this week. The fellas talk salesmen… AGAIN. Matt once got Roma’d by a sneaker kid. Bill displays impressive mathematics skills and Matt ALMOST gets to praise him for it. Fountain pen nib tips are starting to get discussed almost as much as Spannel’s giant baby on this podcast. The Swedish Chef comes by for absolutely no reason. Matt contends there is NO defense of Ginny Lingk. The fellas diverge into a fairly major Housekeeping segment. Ricky is so attentive and compassionate with Jimmy in this minute. Apparently we are all gods speaking things into existence. The fellas take a moment to eulogize Dave Moss. The fellas spend a few long minutes on the topic of Mr. Pacino’s hair. "Righteous Kill" splits the fellas just a bit further. 2Dubs throws in another Housekeeping segment, that actually isn’t a Housekeeping segment at all and this literally drives Matt mad. Bill then provides the sweet, sweet opiate of a Quote Corner to quell Matt’s agitation, and it works!?

At long last, without further adieu, the fellas finally present the greatly anticipated, oft ballyhooed comedian themed #WWTP.Sit back and enjoy as the boys use the humor of actually funny people to further obscure their own ineptitude. Enjoy!

Cord-cutting patter, starts the discussion this week. The fellas wonder what life would be like if LeBron lived next door with Wayne. Bill is drunk on his own pain. Heavyweight title bout, “Glenister Vs. Mason, The Argument at Parliament” gets some talk. The fellas get to a WWTP early, in the aid of one Mr. Walter Matthau. Bill would prefer to be the Shi-poo-pi guy. Matt, acting as both Sean Bradley apologist and Hillbilly advocate, ushers us through another award winning numerology segment. Baylen starts the real monosyllabic fun. The boys wonder why the interrogation of D.Ray/Shelly took no time at all. Baylen is NOT Ricky’s friend. Where is Jimmy Lingk going in such a hurry? The fellas cast Leonard Nimoy and discuss Spock’s potential prowess in the boudoir. Ricky promises anything you want, except for that one thing that you want. Salesmen and strippers, work within the same parameters. Bill is never allowed to name a strip club. Matt brings the eclectic and surprising 2019 Hollywood Walk Of Fame class to the table. Congrats to Mr. Arkin. Listen as the fellas explore what Alan Arkin’s take on Al Capone might sound like.

Apologies. The write-up guy is celebrating his independence today, The Como Inn, a friend.He does, however, implore you to enjoy this week’s Episode thru the miasma of patriotism.

Lotta Baldwin to start things off this week. Mid-afternoon meals and going to them is discussed at length. Bill loves the acting in this minute. Baylen was probably getting a little anti-Semitic in that back office. Shame on you Baylen. All George wants to do is work. Williamson has no idea when the sales force needs a snack. John is a Cheetos vendor. The Gestapo really put the polish on anti-semitism. Ghallager makes a return. Matt puts out a reminder that Bill was against WWTP early on in the podcast. Everyone wants George to leave the room. Alan Arkin killed his acting exercise. Ricky and Rory go on a sit. #Donaldson. Matt brings the longest quote corner you’ve ever heard. Bill doesn't care for religious shapeshifting in his GGGR. The fellas realize that they’ve just been doing an excruciatingly long talk-back this whole time and Mamet now has more reasons to hate them. Bill’s default resting face is one of concern.

This is an official warning: At moments in this episode, Matt’s level of frustration with Bill reaches “P-dupes-2.” Matt is offended by Bill’s big belly dance AND his pate. Bill doesn't care about the GGGR Minute uniform and Matt is less-than-pleased about that. In any case, Matt looks great in his uniform. Bill is an ersatz syphilis and he references vajazzling out of nowhere, so 2dubs is still doing 2dubs things. Blah blah, Rodman, blah blah. The fellas finally settle into this dizzying minute. Ricky’s word salad is well tossed. “GGGR Phrases, The Soup” is born. Jude Ciccolella makes a triumphant return as Baylen and brings all the shit that the fan can handle with him. Matt hates the audition monitor, and Bill loves to monitor auditions, and this alone is all you ever need know about them. The VERY judgmental audition monitor is born. The fellas praise the camera work in this minute. We all collectively ask, “Who the fuck is Donaldson?” But the mere mention of him ushers in the return of Glenister, so, WELL worth it. Matt gets really upset with Bill, again. The fellas try to mend fences with a Housekeeping. For better or worse, the Kapono-cast is becoming more and more a reality.

Bill’s mouth noises have Matt on edge and not just his words this time. The fellas compare the podcast to different kinds of hugs. Bill’s pelvis abhors a Hoover. Kopono’s number confounds the boys. The fellas contemporize a long standing sports nickname. Matt talks glowingly about “Arrival” but Bill hates the space squids. Ricky’s attempted misdirects are absolutely laughable in that he doesn’t understand how days work.Bill fills us in on John H. McGlinchy, whoever he is. Ricky Roma prank calls a pizza shop, much to the chagrin of the pizza shop proprietor. Matt wants to sing Jonathan Pryce’s praises. The fellas take Spielberg down a few pegs cause, someone’s got to. The boys are back to arguing about “The Edge.” Matt loves starting from an adversarial place. The boys cast Richard Dryfus cause Bill hates Holly Hunter. Bill drops a few names and spies a muscled republican, on a bike while on vacation. Matt gets concerned about the moral aptitude of the folks in the corral.

Bill starts the show by waving Matt off, which Matt does not accept favorably. Leon Redbone pops by for a sec, which is always a treat. The fellas discuss the short-shorts era in the NBA. Pacino is still the best hand actor we’ve ever seen. Ricky’s fabrications are getting more impressive as the con continues. Jim gets activated for a moment. Ricky struggles thru these moments but uses modern dance to express his utter disbelief. Jonathan Pryce is glorious. A very helpful secretary, tries to give Ginny Lingk a word to the wise. This sparks a stand alone “Ginny Movie” idea from the boys. The fellas discuss a part of the office that we haven’t spent a lot of time in before now. Aaranow pitches in, making the printed motivational signs. The fellas talk about the perforations in early printer paper, cause why not? Our heroes get into a WWTP to cast a “Ginny.” Bill is Anti-Fonda and cant get past his own barriers. The fellas get some help from the @Scotthdc out of the GGGR twittersphere with a whole cast, re-casting. The fellas got GIFTS that they absolutely did not deserve (thank you @SReyngoudt). Bill starts everything he does with a step backward. The Romaville Cheesy Jingle Singers get brought to the fore, submissions forthcoming. Bill wants every “U” to be liquid. Matt wants all his lunches to be liquid.

(Matt wants everyone to know it’s his birthday and that anything from the Johnny Walker family of scotches can make the perfect gift for the perturbed, executive podcaster in your life.)

The fellas talk about the Celtics’ dominance. Matt laments approaching the end of the film which also means the end of the podcast. Bill suggests that David Mamet would be sorely disappointed in them. Matt is aggravated and Bill wants a nap (a potentially new podcast title). Matt has questions about this minute and about Bill’s obsession with floor-cleaning robots. Ricky is keeping secrets from D. Ray. Bill has always been a Mrs. D. Ray Morton, to Matt. More salt jokes this week. Matt wonders why D. Ray is going to Pittsburgh while Ricky heads to Mrs. Morton’s birthday bed. The fellas wonder why Ricky promises to take Jim to the VERY well-appointed Morton House. Dragon’s Lair gets some chatter. Ricky offers to buy Jimmy lunch, to smooth over the wrinkle. Ricky’s second signaling of Kennilworth is more “emphatic” than the last. Matt wonders why Shelly and Rick don’t just leave and go get on that scooter. Ricky tells Jim all about women, again. The fellas housekeep for a sec. Bill reminds Matt that they exist in a post-truth world.

Be forewarned, Episode 69 has the boys acting more adolescent than usual. Matt is nonplussed about Bill’s ACTUAL lack of housekeeping. Matt hates Kevin Harlan, like a lot, and has questions about the back. Shelly and Ricky are really having some fun with each-other. Bill shares some of his puppet making highlights. Kennilworth is saved for the right moment. Bill imagines Shel and Rick on a Vespa together. Matt wants to communicate exclusively, via a Pacino puppet. D. Ray Morton is not getting on the “1:00.” The fellas struggle to recall an airport’s name. Shel slaps Ricky. Jim Lingk’s off screen sadness is debilitating. The boys discuss Mamet’s use of “the phone.” Ricky, out here, modern dancing. Shelly wields the word Kennil-worth like a broadsword. The boys develop the foundation for the inaugural Mamet-con. We all get to visit Romaville and Bill wants Churros. The fellas get into a WWTP with the cast of WKRP in Cincinnati and they learn if Loni Anderson is Baylen, theres a room full o’ salesmen. Matt has some housekeeping and the boys express their gratitude to the listeners.

Gonzo starts the episode off with a big-bang. Matt has a rather unsanitary first, to celebrate with the audience. Bill hasn’t urinated since the Clinton administration. The boys are excited to talk about the Roma and Shelly improv scene. Bill claims that Shel’s minor stumbles are a bit of an issue. D. Ray Morton is a great made-up name and it prompts our man Bill to make some “salty” jokes. Matt suspects all the salesmen have a “go-to” alias. Ricky knows what D. Ray is up to insofar as his restaurant habits are concerned. Lingk just really wants to “Winegardner” this whole real estate situation. Bill’s notes lead Matt to believe that Bill is developing some serious cognitive issues. The fellas discuss nonsense phrases like “sales and services” and “service features.” The boys have some improv tutorial tidbits to share. Matt does his best to ruin Bill’s super fun Quote Corner, but Bill endures and comes through it with flying colors.

Matt is not a patient man.The fellas talk about Taj, and "The Fish Who Saved Pittsburgh" for way too long. Bill says he enjoyed "Black Panther" but then divulges a series of critiques.Ricky starts the con and it gets off to a bumpy start. Shelly shows dat bubble butt and oh do the fellas love it. The boys introduce “Mime Corner.” Shelly means business and doesn’t want any bullshit. Techniques for giving the bird are discussed.Shelly’s hubris is on full display here. Ricky cannot put down the leads.There’s a sudden return trip to Romaville.Matt wants us desperately to know that Kennilworth has to be a Chicago reference.Bill tells us about another in a long line of sad-sack stories. The fellas cast Stephen Root and Matt is caught unawares by a new jingle!

The write-up guy is on vacation.

As if the fellas needed more fodder for bickering, they endeavor to compare their top 5, all-time, Mamet films (excluding GGGR because, well, Bill made the rules). The results probably won’t surprise you, but it’s the goddamned journey that counts, not the destination. Grow up, would ya?

Matt always winds up back at asshole. Subscribers are thinking, “wow.” Terbium gets the fellas off on an environmental activism jag. Bill debuts and retires his Sammy Hagar impression. Shelly demands that Williamson, “Hand me out!” Does Williamson have a phone or not? Any tea-bagging from Shelly is barely a knee-bend. Ricky Roma, private dick: salesman-detective extraordinaire gets brought into the light. The fellas finally get back to Romaville. The fellas shudder at the thought that a man is “his job.” Matt points out that being on a sit and sitting with a customer are two different things. Leon Redbone swings around and brings that signature sound to the GGGR world. This inexplicably turns into a WWTP, where Rickman gets cast. From there its just straight-fizzle.

Matt helps Bill out of his imposter syndrome and then helps him back into it. Gonzo makes his GGGR debut. Shelly is locked all on the Nyborgs, nothing on him. Matt praises the direction and camera work while again reiterating his LMR argument. Bill is the slumper AND a slump seer. Anyone looking to unleash their pent-up, giant baby thoughts, @billwinegardner is ready for you! The fellas liken the salesforce to a bunch o’ vampires. Then they discuss what it is to have solemnities. Why didn’t The Machine notice the sideboard at first? The boys announce their new project, “The Cyborg, Sideboard hour.” Bill is dealing with some PTSD from abusive, early episodes. Mamet’s work is so lean. Bill notes that Dave brings you “in” by leaving things “out.” Shelly and Ricky shake hands like men. Bill tells us all about the time when he got Stroehecker’ed and the boys rank the probable handshake techniques of the salesforce. The fellas incept a housekeeping within a housekeeping. Matt has a fuel cell that runs on conflict. Matt realizes that Bill is already at peak performance, but it’s OK, 'cause he’s got a real dandy handshake.

A new segment, “What’s Botherin’ Bill?” is born, and in the maiden voyage, Bill whine-asks the question, “Where are my play toys?” Li’l Roma is the dream that turns into a nightmare for Matt. Bill vows to do something pro-active for the first time in… well prolly a really, really, long while. The legend of Coty Clark is born, and dies just as quick. Matt is super excited about what minute 63 means to his LMR (legit mutual respect) argument. Matt is a casualty of the contemporary language and gets ALL bound up on the phrase “pussy-foot.” Shelly is NOT pussy-footing around, even when fumbling with breakers in the basement. Matt hates a pleat, and the fellas break down the suspenders in this minute. 22 minutes is a long time to be holding up a pen. Shelly is blasting his delts. Bill breaks down what exactly is the “friendly end” of a pen. Harriet and Blah Blah are VERY uneasy about the salesman statue sitting at their kitchen table. It's like pulling teeth for Matt, attempting to get Bill to apologize. Bill, as usual, prematurely wants to end the minute. Matt wants the new jingle. Bill shares some more theater stuff but this time he saw it in a moving picture house. The boys slip in one of the shortest housekeeping segments ever, and follow it up with a WWTP that takes them all over New York City and into your living room, circa 1980. The fellas have a blast recreating the WTF interview. If anyone’s reading these, tweet “You stupid fucking cunt” to @gggrminute… and then please go for help… wait, first order me up some fried-rice, THEN go for help. Thanks.

Bill innovates systems of his own imaginings, he also thinks snow storms are a waste of time, so Bill hasn’t missed a beat. Matt takes us down to the Samarium area. The fellas discuss metals, magnets and kabuki drops. “Guy McIntyre, Noir Offensive Lineman” is born. Ricky gets REAL comfy as Shelly starts telling the war-story and Matt is ON BOARD! The fellas discuss the “stats” for entirely too long. Crumb cake, from the store gets its day on the shelf. Glenister gets the GGGR bump though that probably doesn’t mean what you think it means. The fellas discuss the sales protocol. John C. Riley gets corralled in this week’s ACTUAL WWTP. Bill doesn’t like Hoffa and dodges any responsibility for not having produced a new jingle. Bill considers the podcast a “me” situation while Matt considers it an “us” situation. Bill’s only attempt at being logical is scatalogical. The fellas break down “the guy on the train” metaphor and ask each other an important moral question. We learn that Bill is a stand-up guy and Matt is less than a stand-up guy. No one is surprised. Bill gives us the Welcome Back Kotter WWTP and secretly longed to be a sweat hog and Matt does his best to stay… awake. The “Silver Spoons” theme is discussed for literally NO reason.

The fellas recap and review David Mamet's interview on a recent episode of the WTF podcast with Marc Maron.

Using a recent article as a springboard, the fellas rank the major performances in the film. The results may surprise you.

Buckle-up for a marathon episode of the GGGR minute. Matt wants to clear the air and Bill mocks him for it. Coen bros. movies are playing in Bill’s head, on a continuous loop. Matt would bring Marvin Gaye to Bill’s house to prove a point. The air is cleared... until it isn’t again, because Bill doesn’t know Dylan’s highway61. This whole place stinks with Bill’s farce for (at least) a week. In this minute, Davey gives us the best exit in movie history and maybe the rangiest bit of acting in the film. Bill, “The Fizzler” takes us to a very sad place. An early recipe for Pacino’s famous “whoowahh” may be found in this minute. Wait, which direction exactly is Dave fucked, Rick? The boys take a respite from the minute to grind a little Barry Pepper onto the ever growing WWTP entree. Moss and Rick continue their bickering. Glenister tops the “I need to initiate litigation with the GGGR minute podcast” list. Ricky and Bill both have the memory of a fucking fly. “Have a good trip” is the last straw. Ricky smirks at Dave’s antics. The segment “Bill’s Hob-nobbery” is born... maybe? Mandy P comes by for a visit. Bill genuinely seems to have a stroke right in the middle of this podcast. F. Murray is better than a La-z-boy. Ed Harris is astonishing. The fellas pick their GGGR, end-times, apocalypse buddies.

What are the fellas babbling about this week? Well, it’s Roma and Moss coming to loggerheads. The fellas need a small child to punch up the cute factor for the sake of ratings. Matt needs a minute after handling Bill’s microphone. Burt Lancaster gets cast this week. Shelly just can’t get thru his war story. Dave is fighting back what seems to be gallons of anger spittle. The boys have some fun with a new song Bill made for funsies (that’s @billwinegardner) Matt helps us all understand the lack of vocabulary that comes with rage. Bill wants to tickle Ricky’s flabby jowls, but only in the dark, for his wife’s sake. Matt, surprising no one ends the episode angry...he is bloodied but unbound and loves when the Moss Train is inbound!

Bill, not surprisingly, sells Matt out AGAIN, to start an episode. The fellas have a new million dollar merch idea. An early WWTP brings Mr. T into the fold but not before some good old-fashioned bickering. Matt might be a racist. There’s no number 59 worth discussing. Bill re-innovates “Cats” as effectively as he innovates everything else. We’ve all got a mean streak in us. The fellas love how nonchalantly Ricky speaks about the robbery. Shelly just wants to get thru his war story. Dave doesn’t know which end is up. Matt has to shut-down a future WWTP. Alan Arkin steals the scene with an incredible economy of lines. Pacino, forever slouched, performs some the best hand acting that you’ll ever see. The phrase “None of my business..." absolves Ricky of all blame and it’s beautiful. The fellas get into some candy casting. Bill often winds up in the pedophile zone. Wilfred Brimley gets thrown to the all the grey wolves that occupy the Shelly corral, as the fellas bookend this minute with another WWTP.

Bill is riding high after the big Eagles' Super Bowl win. The fellas discuss the coming misfortunes of Davey Moss. Bill has no clue what his mattress consists of. Matt wonders what he should do with all the money in his mattess. Wait, the cop has two whats and a map? Dave is deluded enough to believe he did not rob the place. Ricky will not stop poking the Moss bear. The Nyborgs finally open the checkbook. Dave is specious about the timeline of Shelly’s big sale. The Machine has to wait in the car, again. Graff is ready to do business all hours of the night. Shelly needed the boost of the robbery to get his brass balls back. The fellas talk about how no one wants to hear “war-stories.” Matt sings a “Fuck you, Dave” song. Elton John, The Beastie Boys, and James Taylor are invited to help the boys with the upcoming jingle mix-tape. Bill has us all wishing for the sweet relief of death with some more 3-act talk. Along with the help of some inexplicably interested and hilarious listeners, the fellas achieve critical-mass in WWTP’s this week.

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The fellas are very excited about the “get the chalk” minute. There’s WAY too much time spent on the pronunciations of “katsup” to open the episode. Shelly comes in with the greatest victory cry known to man. Shelly’s subterfuge has Matt at sixes and sevens. A new day is dawning for Shelly. Lunch break comes up quick at Premiere Properties. George is so earnest and true in his congratulations of the machine. Is this the first utterance of “the machine” that occurs in the film? Hollywood always has the bad guys, bald and smoking. The fellas want to know what exactly is happening to the sales force in Williamson’s office during the interrogations. The boys attempt a “who would they play” with the “non-fruity” Star Trek cast and surprisingly, it works pretty well. Set phasers to fun and flowers for Algernon are the apparently the best old man jokes one can hope for. We can see just over the horizon that a storm cloud of anger and marlboros is fast approaching and that cloud’s name is Davey Moss. Stay tuned!

Bill’s life is in no imminent danger, but he does want to kill himself eventually, which Matt is totally on-board with. Matt’s got a lot of great gummy ideas but Bill claims he would not eat them all. Lawrence Taylor gets a lukewarm, coked-up “atta boy.” What do George Aaranow and a Roomba have in common? Ricky throws the penalty flag on Williamson... 15 yards for roughing the saleman. Williamson “Vanna’s" the leads in Ricky’s direction. In an attempt to prove he can sell anyone, Ricky tries to sell Cobra Commander. Ricky will go to the cousin of Williamson and they’ll do some figuring. The Fizzler strikes again. Bill offers up a phenomenal and vexing question about all these “contracts.” Finally, the fellas engage in what can only be described as a series of misguided “Who would they plays.”

The fellas are rounding off the rough edges this week with some 120 grit fun! Dikembe Motombo politely requests that you cease bringing what you have, into his general area. White Chocolate is no murderer. Bill introduces a new title to Matt’s numbers segment (with a jingle to soon follow... joy of joys), and it goes just how you’d expect. Roma continues to meander throughout the office. George, who is never not stating the obvious, is nervous about talking to the cops. Ricky’s calculated and studied assessment of the CPD, “they’re stupid.” “Inured to it” understandably, gets cut. The truth is the easiest thing to remember. Dave, you can just stop at “deadbeats.” The fellas carefully reminisce about the oddity and ubiquity of the polish-joke structure. Bill brings a dandy quote for the corner and shocking no one at all, Matt makes it mostly about him.

Is there too much Ricky on the podcast? Perhaps, but Zumbo don’t care. The new, upstart streaming service, Holo needs the fellas to provide some of their trademark mediocre content. Elia Kazan gets spontaneously ushered into the quote corner. This episode goes out to Brad “the rad” Lohaus. How would George fare selling insurance? Ricky forgets for a moment that Williamson is a shit-head. Matt is not friends with any hit-men, to his knowledge. It’s really up to all of us to decide what exactly Mitch and Murray are going to shit. Williamson seems overly concerned with Ricky going out just hours after a robbery. Ricky might have an impulse to choke out George. The boys get overly emotional at altitude. Matt likes to prep for his fun but don’t ever ask to borrow his Sharpie. Bill tries to zero in on a James Mason impression. Romaville ideas continue to flow like Cutty. Liev Shcrieber joins Elia Kazan in the quote corner. The boys hit for the cycle and get to all 4 jingles this week, which makes award-winning songwriter Bill very happy.

Mokeski is a beast. George is no fucking good. Ricky doesn’t know what he’s gonna do all month. Bill is gullible. And Matt’s a buffoon.

Matt loves old typewriters and hopes to one day, pending Hanks’ interest, host a podcast about them. Bill prefers the company of older folks when ringing in the new year. Matt shouts out the Buck-ster this week. Bill will happily go all-Duckworth on you without missing a beat. Baylen smiles like he wants to take Ricky out back for some some real Bond-esque, testy torture. Bill gets all “theater professor” on us for a spell. George looks to seek comfort in the loving reassurance of Richard Roma. George’s studio apartment is all of our studio apartments. The fellas look a bit forward to the upcoming minutes and the excitement mounts. Bill confirms Roma’s hair is still in flippity mode. The fellas bemoan how revealing movie trailers have become. Matt loves Bill’s rock and roll voice in the new “who would they play” jingle. The boys cast Brad Pitt this week. A Happy New Year and hearty “thank you” to all who listened this year.

This week we learn Bill apparently takes on all comers and he clearly doesn’t judge. Relationships get redefined, again. Innuendo-y names abound. Bill unveils his finest jingle to date. A new ride at Romaville is born, ya know, for kids. The fellas enlist Jude to help keep the listeners they have already. This is by far the most x-rated GGGR minute to date. The boys giggle and grin at “Bubbie.” Bill has done some exhaustive Cadillac research. Ricky heads out to the Six Flags safari with George in tow. Baylen is looking as imposing as ever. George is nervous that Ricky is gonna rile-up the cops and as such, he has been stress eating. In a landmark moment, Bill finally solves the decades-long question of why George won’t go to lunch. Bill is suddenly a CPA. What in the fuck is happening on the other end of Ricky’s phone call to Ginny? There’s a lot going on in the Lingk household. Bill loves the “Ciao, pope-card.” So does Matt, though he thinks it could have been Shelly. Bill sets us straight on Ricky’s obsession with the contracts. Roma nuggets for everyone!

This one starts with a bit of insanity, and not surprisingly, some adult-diaper discussion. Pacino and David Robinson standing around on set was not, anatomically something Al appreciated. Matt wants to unwrap the super powers of the Fonz and, as an unexpected byproduct the boys take a crack at a “Who Would They Play: Happy Days Edition.” Ricky facetiously confesses straight away. Bill is suddenly a lighting designer. Ricky wants A LOT of reassurance AND that goddamned Cadillac. Aaranow has achieved his level 2, stealth modification. The boys work out which side of Pacino’s Head is baseline for “flippity” and which is “floppity.” So, as always, really important stuff happening here people. Matt says that James Foley is British (he isn’t). Bill knows a Foley!!!! And he is contemplating stepping outside his one-square foot of comfort zone to help the show. Not to, fuck us up! To help men who are going out there trying to make a podcast. Bill finds himself to be very forgettable and Matt does not argue. Guys, Bill wrote it down so, you know... now it’s gospel. Matt would quit all of life’s pursuits to be the conductor on the “Runaway Roma Train” ride.

Bill wants to drop it like it’s... something? It’s Act 2 people! Matt wants an “Old Saint Pacino" dropping down the chimney and the elf on the shelf seems to be an NSA operative. Bill tells us all how the midpoint is the essentially the halfway point and that it often comes between the two acts of a play... We are all overwhelmed with his tutelage. Matt thinks Al is at his most Scarface-ian at the top of this minute. The boys talk about being personally stole-robbered. Matt had myriad clues to steer clear of Bill as a podcast partner, but did he listen? No. Paul Butler gets alotta chatter. Matt imagines an alternate podcast title called “doughnut talk.” Williamson is trying to evade the Ricky missile. Bill imagines that Shelly had to deal with way more impediments during the robbery than Matt thinks he did. “Whack-a-Williamson” is born as well as a smattering of other “Romaville” attractions. Bill is heard to be “primrose path-ing” again. Matt reminds everyone that “Clueless” is a great movie. Bill introduces a new jingle to mostly solid reviews, though Bill does promise better jingles to come. Roma-claus wishes you a merry fucking Christmas.

The boys are agog at how the minutes are lining up and they revel in their good fortune. It’s no surprise at all, to discover that Bill is more polite than Matt. Ricky wants to show Jimmy something and he “whips out the brochure.” The fellas cast Cleavon Little. Bill tears thru an IMBD page and wants no chiming in from Matt. Matt wants Bill to enjoy more episodic television. Jere Burns gets a lotta chatter and rightfully so. The boys break down the brochure and the continuing Roma sales pitch. The fellas consider an “infinity of Perhapses.” Matt schools Bill on “second-acting”and also being grateful. We all agree that things that make us go out, better be puppy worthy. Nitty McPickerton wants the prop department to shove this sales brochure up their asses. Some housekeeping about Columbo and the Mamet family. An unprecedented SECOND “Who Would They Play” in one episode is forced upon the fellas by one Bob Urich. Some more Romaville spitballing. The boys take a minute to celebrate the halfway point, and to look ahead to the second act!!!

The fellas are back in the bucket seats of the Buick Middle Manager and they are ready to ride again after a brief hiatus. First things first, a Glenister check in. This week, the seeds are planted for a Roma theme park. This episode goes out to sickly-Drago. In a post-apocalyptic world Bill still thinks that what he’s doing is good. Roma shows us, once more, the quintessential salesman. The fellas wonder “What do you keep?” Jimmy Lingk can’t get a word in edgewise. Matt wants to someday have a shipping company called “security... things, things... you know?” The boys take a huge detour around the cheekbones of Pacino. Bill owns some disturbing art. More great work from Foley gets a shout from the fellas, despite the questionable body of work that followed GGGR. Bill talks about the “back-end” of a Madonna project. More on the Hollyweird misogyny scandal. Bill is, because of his juror experience, now the arbiter of what male actor asshole is going away. Bill loves decision makers. Judge Arkin knew Bill was a diagram guy. The fellas are back on Spannel’s big-baby. Good Will Hunting gets taken down a notch or two. Believe it or not, the fellas cast Marky Wahlberg this week. Matt digs Christmas.

“You can’t look back because you don’t know your history.” Having reached the approximate halfway point of the film, the fellas look back at some of the fun, fits and fights they’ve had along the way so far. What does it mean to “come correct?” What are George Aaranow’s hobbies? Who belongs to the lectern? Haven’t I heard this stuff before? Well, yeah. But now you can hear it again! It’s a clip show!

Van “The Super Fan” Cahill starts us off with some encouragement, a recommendation and something Matt is unwilling to deem an actual observation. Bill has a bevy of costumes at home that he doesn’t use for anything but jokey-fun-times. Matt is staunchly anti dog/clothes. The fellas rejoice in (nearly) reaching the half way point. The oft maligned McDLT gets some four-finger, chatter this week. Bill wants to help get Matt checked in to Roma-addicts anonymous. Bill is tracking the part in Pacino’s half-hair/half-rug situation. Dave has been fibbing about the amounts he promised. George repeatedly wants to know why. Nancy Kerrigan as George Aaranow. Shelly is back to banging away at the Nyborgs on the phone. And James Foley goes to town with this sequence. Lingk is looking at Roma lovingly, despite his, by Bill’s supposition, daily commute. Matt reiterates for the record that he “Hates everything about Bill.” Bill goes Glen Ross Farms while Matt sees himself as more of a Glengarry Highlander. We get housekeeping and a quote corner. Slater has some mundane thoughts on the Roma character. Bill wants to get cozy with Glenister, who arrives out of nowhere in a very Beetlejuice-esque fashion. Bill thinks the boys should take the podcast to London, Matt agrees. Would either of the fellas approach Mamet in a theater lobby?

Bill claims too much is never enough 'cause he's a hedonist, but Matt ain't buyin' it. The controversy surrounding a member of the film's cast reminds the fellas of The Jesus and somehow involves one of the Coreys. Matt wonders what to do when our heroes fail us. Moss admits he has a big mouth for his own gain. Matt gives a taste of the Como Inn while Dave's alibi is evaluated. James Foley is invited to join the fun. George declines Dave's invitation to rob the office. What is the maximum occupancy of the Bowl Rant? Does George's no mean yes? Is Mamet at the top of his game with this film? George stays in his lane because snitches get stitches. And finally, thoughts and prayers go out to the inimitable Mr. Glenister, whoever he is, for all he's been through living in Dave Moss's skin.

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.

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.

This week Matt has nothing to bring, and Bill brought a jingle which amounts to nothing. The role of the saboteur will once again be played by Bill. Phil Jackson is the one that really wanted the Cadillac. But what happens when Wallace Shaun wants to drive it? Shelly gets all "Bruce Lee" on Williamson. Matt wants to cast Jack Pallance this week and he also takes a huge stand against motivational wall-hangings. Bill likes them, but lacks the motivation to hang any. The boys have to wrestle a quote corner into submission. And then... we hear the quote corner jingle... and then the podcast almost dies... again.

Bill figuratively punches his friends in the schnoz and seems to have oodles of domestic fun quoting the film around the house. The fellas are back to descriptions of the set. If you work in a place that is occupied mostly by men, it'll get smelly in 7.4 seconds. If there were a Glenngarry themed ice-cream shop, one thing is certain, these two morons wouldn't have a clue what to call any of the flavors. Listen in horror as Bill does the speaking equivalent of a fumble on the 5 yard line. Matt takes umbrage with Bill's Apple Watch activity. The fellas each have different interpretations of a phrase in the film, and it takes them way too long to get to no resolution. Our heroes commiserate about having to do movie a minute for the Star Wars prequels. (Shouts to the Star Wars minute guys). The boys say "strategic imperative" so much, that it ceases to sound like a phrase. Bill gets very excited about his impending Master Class with Davey-Pants. Then the fellas mosey down a path of circular bullshit concerning plot vs. character. I implore you to skip ahead about 6 minutes upon hearing the utterance of the words "plot and character." Seriously... just skip it. You'll thank me. Matt posits, probably because of all that nonsense, that the cash spent on a good bottle of scotch is about equal with the money spent on the David Mamet master class, in terms of production. One thing is for certain, Matt and Bill are two wild and crazy guys!

Welcome to our new podcast, "two idiots who can't remember how to count in other languages." Bill loves to make up French words cause hey, we're all just here killing time, this life. Jack Lemmon is conducting a goddamn acting master class over this minute. He is one of the greatest film actors of our time and the boys give him a nice shine. Matt thinks Bill has completely stopped listening to him, and there truly isn't any evidence to the contrary. Williamson itinerizes his evening for the Machine, which seems a little fishy to Matt. The fellas imagine Roma has his own set of Baker's Street irregulars. Bill continues to track down the robbery-night timeline like some private dick. Williamson is rocking out to some Dennis DeYoung on the ole cassette deck. Matt bemoans the lack of Ricky Roma in the first act of the movie. The boys want a serial drama spin-off of Roma the salesman. Bill shares his mounting excitement for his impending "Master Class" with Davey Mams. There is some LONG-form discussion about Bill's second take on the Housekeeping jingle. Bill seems to be releasing his own ideas from the less-than-secure moorings of his decaying mind. Matt is elated to finally cast a Klugman.

Bill's worst episode yet kicks off with him swearing up and down that he found David Mamet on Twitter. Matt is appropriately skeptical. More praise from the fellas for Shelly the Machine and his sweet sales style. Back to Moss and Aaranow in the car for a bit where we learn a soggy George is among the saddest things ever to be witnessed. Roma and Shelly are playing two different sales games. The fellas rehash the difference between the Hollywood way and the Theater way. How many chocolate doughnuts does one guy need for a robbery? Matt brings the show to a screeching halt with an impromptu, vegan, high-horsey corner. Roma stops by to join in on the podcast with Bill, and Bill reacts... poorly? Apparently the boys are working on getting a guest. Matt is, again, appropriately skeptical. The fellas discuss whether or not life feels like it runs in streaks of luck. Matt has to once more explain his theory that Ricky has legit respect for Shel, and once more, Bill talks a buncha fucking nonsense, that never resolves into an actual theory. Shout out to Lionel Richie. Stay strong, Commodore. Matt exposes Bill as the smarmy, unctuous pact-breaker that he is. Listen as Bill haplessly dodges serious accusations about his abhorrent, friendship-wedge-driving behaviors, his lack of character, and his lack of any discernible sense of loyalty. Stay tuned for Bill's punishment.

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The fellas get Bill's tombstone epitaph all worked out to lead things off. Matt asks an age-old Roma question. Tarantino comes up again and makes the boys wonder if Mamet's shoulders are sore from having Quentin standing them. The boys continue to break down the "crackling" dialogue. Bill decides that skydiving might be a good way to go out. Mamet doesn't have to explain himself or what a list of nurses is, to you or anyone else. The boys get into the nitty-gritty reality that language is action. Quote corner (no jingle????) comes your way this week. The fellas look to cast someone to play Moss and Bill once more, displays his lack of memory or interest in the segment. Through the radio, you can almost smell Stacey Keach's mustache. Ricky Roma takes a cruise and he's not too happy about his accommodations. Dave Moss can't afford NFL Sunday Ticket. Bill makes another unfounded claim in the face of Matt's overwhelming evidence. Bill ends the episode like it's a fucking phone call.

Bill's possessive nature is infuriating to Matt who describes himself as the less-disappointing one. Pacino's presence on set seemed to make Lemon a little more southern lilty. Harris and Arkin delight the boys with their excellence in the execution of the Mamet dialogue. Matt wants Moss to retire, for Moss's sake. The fellas break down Moss's evil intentions and Aaranow's deeply rooted ineptitude. Matt's brownies are, for the record, not fucking dry. George would love to make sailboats in bottles. Matt needs to watch his phrasing, especially where baseball analogies are concerned. Baldwin and the Match Game get a little love as does Hollywood Squares? You can rough-in a cock-height, if need be. Matt proposes a game show called Fuck or Wok. Bill puts on his detective fedora and tries to track down a time-line on the robbery. The fellas tiptoe around race relations during the OJ verdict. Bill gets uptight about the show running long and Matt wonders why neither of them is happy.

Warren Beatty got old, huh? Some Oscar faux pas discussion gets the fellas going this week. Matt wants more Roma and less "my pet" from Bill, who almost immediately, ruins the podcast. Shelly gets the salesman operating system up and running in this minute. Nobody wants Moss in their kitchen. Salesmen are sadly, obsolete in 2017. Bill had a far superior Cutco home-demo than Matt had. Bill bought some Gordon Gartrell suits and has no clue who that means. "The People vs. OJ Simpson" gets some love. The fellas laboriously break down Shelly's cold-call. Traditional gender roles are uncomfortably on display through the film. Matt has turned a corner away from the 20-year long Mamet defense while Bill remains, unsurprisingly non-committal. The first Quote Corner is fun this week, despite still not having a jingle. Mamet is George Lucas and Elton John and Paul Simon and Shel Levine and Bill in that aging has really depleted his mojo. The boys are re-naming the podcast "You're coughing and I'm drinking." Bill is in dire straits when simply purchasing a beverage, yet doesn't want Matt's help. Is Dave Moss Dave Mamet? The 2nd Quote Corner yet again proves Mamet's pomposity. Cause, that's what HE does.

Rocky starts are getting more and more common on the GGGR minute. Shorts at the theater makes you a deplorable. Making faces is good for podcasting. Dave Moss not only hits for average, but his slugging percentage is also very impressive. Aaranow is at his worst just after the sales conference. Matt wants to gouge his eyes out at the thought of a well oiled "Machine." Bill compares his moobs with a septuagenarian. If there were a gym-class style foot race to the Glenngarry leads, who would win? The boys break down the script of the salesmen's cold-call technique. The fellas wade thru some Talmud-y waters, as they discuss Mamet's assertion of his work being a Talmudic discussion. Matt can't let the episode end... again. This time he employs Mr. Bon Jovi to aid him. Roma has got to be a huge Springsteen fan. Matt tries to cast The Boss. Bill is confused about how social media works and suggests you digitally knock.

This one gets off to a bit of a rocky start. Mostly cause Bill's a jerk. A human jerk, but still a jerk and he doesn't need YOUR note paper!! What's Williamson doing in that back office there? The boys try to unpack why the sales force gets two leads tonight and two tomorrow. Bill compliments Matt's mic technique! Matt has a gripe with Bill's persistent obsession with the laptop countdown display. The fellas talk about how most of Moss' lines are Mametian perfection. Don't use a verb as a noun or kick a mic stand, or Bill will lose his shit. Shelly did have to actually smash a window. Roma is a sales mastermind who doesn't need a goddamn lead. Both fellas are more apt to buy from someone who seems a bit more desperate. Williamson was all over Craigslist in the "used podium" section. Color palate talk returns. Bill loves Kato Kaelin?! The fellas cast Bobby Morrow this week. We are made very aware at Bill's penchant to "high-road" a mofo at the drop of a hat.

Bill's alleged sweetness starts this episode off. Blake is a 2 shave a day guy. Matt is a self proclaimed evolutionary step and Dave Moss is his spirit animal. The TSA lady in The Spanish Prisoner gives Bill the icky feelings. The fellas agree that passive aggressive responses to movie studio notes would not make for good scenes. Where have you gone Great Space Coaster? "Tell her I'll call her from the road" might be the saddest sentence in existence. David Paymer is Hollywood in a nut-shell. Bill's continued attempts to engage celebrities and referees alike now have Matt permanently cringed. What one gummie can do, another can do. How does a guy miss a Spacey in the audience? Foley is so dole-y with the visual clues. Dave says "Don't do as Dave does, do as Dave says." The boys discuss hospitals being bad news. Shout out to the guys who have signed on to bust Matt out of the hospital. Bill ruins our day, yet another episode and maybe the entire podcast, this time with an enormous bummer of a personal story. Thanks for sharing, Bill!

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Bill gets a tutorial on how to "come correct." Bill is Forrest Gump but in a really annoying way. The fellas decide that they should probably put out episodes at a quicker clip. Baldwin brings a lot to an exit. Sense of relief in the room after Blake finally backs the fuck off. "Fight Club" can't hold Glengarry's jock. We learn that Bill doesn't really listen, unless Matt gently bumps the mic stand and then Bill reacts as though it were a car bomb. The fellas have a less than impressive quote corner. Bill is a vintage, old-school, guy who's given up. The fellas develop "purest" as a perfume. Look for it at your local bodega. The fellas are pleased to finally be moving on from the torrid Blaking.

Bill starts without Matt this week but claims he was just "queuing." Once again, Mr. Pacino's vocal variances throughout his many eras, are discussed at length. We finally reach a kind-of climax in the less-than-tender Blaking. Bill and Matt have fallen ill but that doesn't stop the bad impression train from rolling. The fellas imagine that Aaranow has the saddest off-screen life one can imagine. We get public speaking pro-tips from Blake. Pro-tip: Warm Baldwin breath on a neck goes a long way towards intimidation. The fellas connect the dots between Baldwin's Blake and Baldwin's Trumpkin. Sometimes a bad mime is a great choice. The boys discuss some the more famous movie props. The boys conclude that there is no better actor to interact with an actual set of brass balls than Mr. Alec Baldwin. Bill is a nit-picky, son-of-a-bitch who goes out of his way to needlessly criticize what Matt believes is a damn fine prop. What would Williamson do with his own set of brass balls? Bill talks about Hitchcock's "Rope." It's hard to know why, but we'll take it. In this vein, 2dubs tells us all about Se7en. Matt takes bill to task in the newest HOUSEKEEPING for trying to end episodes before their time. Matt reminds Bill that he is among the worst of all the high-roading, SOBs that ever lived.

Quote Corner gets us going this week (still no jingle). Bill and Matt discuss how school ruins everything. Two world-class quitters explain how to quit with purpose. Bill finds emotional connection in an Argentinian bodega. The fellas exchange tragic Google Translate stories. Praise abounds for Bruce Altman. Is Moss getting beat down or is he just getting mad? Do they do celebratory ass-slaps in that back room? 'Cause no one wants an ass slap from Jude Ciccolella. Despite the fellas' Italian heritage, they have NO idea how to pronounce "Ciccollela." Do you like a Nutella? Don't ever judge another man's ass-eating habits. Matt's a vegan & Bill eats like a 7-year-old who lives in a dumpster outside of a candy store near a toxic waste dump. Matt wants to stop doing the podcast with Bill... again. Soylent is on the menu this week and it seems like Roma might be too stingy to buy a coworker lunch. Speaking of lunch, Blake ain't got no beef with Roma.

Buckle up, cause there's no room for agreement this week. Bill's longing for backstage banter turns into a meditation on Blake's emphasizing "man-stuff." Matt lets us in on his boudoir discourse. Blake gets a little Tony Robbins-y. Matt takes umbrage with AIDA and Bill tells him he's wrong by conducting a class on active and passive lazzi, that no one asked for. The fellas get to talk a little "fuck or walk" then they run down their favorite Mamet cinematic highlights. Bill shares more about his mental degradation when he tells us about his split-personality, car-buying tactic. The rainy train, once again takes us out of the minute. Matt enters a Blake-inspired, fugue state and Bill still has trouble ending the episode when he wants. There's a small chance that Matt thinks that Bill should have tried harder.

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The Blaking continues. Bill's happy place seems to be an unending housekeeping segment. We are not surprised to learn that Bill built his personality upon a foundation of 80's sit-com catch phrases. Listen in horror as Matt and Bill dance around Blake's homophobic slur. Is there more than one Blake? Philadelphia sports fans are kind of like Blake in crowd form. Bill begs for cash while, in the same episode, reminds everyone that he's loaded. The boys take a moment to praise the production design team. Baldwin gives u Baldwin. Some say that this episode marks the beginning of the end of the friendship, which should only help the podcast. Bill tries to argue that stealing a shirt makes him a good person, and maybe most importantly, Bill's desired nickname is born!

The fellas praise the stylized naturalism of Mamet's dialogue... again. Bill doesn't buy that Matt wants to actually see slice of life represented. Bill apparently likes to wash his hands as far from the scene of the crime as he can. The fellas engage in a time honored debate: "Wyatt Earp" vs. "Tombstone," which only serves as a platform for Matt to fawn over Kilmer. Is Glenngarry truly the death of a salesman? The boys conduct an impromptu and imperfect screen writing course. Tarantino stood on Mamet's shoulders. Bill has to be convinced that Mamet is the Godfather of the unnaturally cool dialogue he claims to find unpalatable. This ep turns into a bit of an after school special about misogyny. Bill applauds Baldwin's steak knife schtick but criticizes Foley's work for a lack of foley-work. By the end of the episode the boys are ready to do the dutch.

What is Mercy in a merciless world? The fellas "argue like adults" about how much effort Mamet did or did not put into the re-writes for the movie. Bill becomes a gender-normative jerk before our ears and attempts to appropriate the podcast. Moss is a total man-spreader in a room full of apes. Matt posits that Williamson is the Salacious B. Crumb of GGGR. Bill must have been having a bad day, because he forgets, yet again, how to be a food friend and apparently, the camera adds 10lbs to Brando's cock.

It takes a while to get to the minute because Bill introduces the inaugural housekeeping portion of the podcast... to mixed results. Dave moss is practically on fire. Bill wonders why we like pouring thru all this sadness so much? Matt might have traced his interest in writing, back to Doogie Houser!?!? We finally meet George Aaranow! Roma is a taker masquerading as a giver. Any power at all goes right to Matt's head. We learn that Bill is, in fact, the biggest Aaranow. The fellas look forward to the Blake portion of GGGR. Bill apparently has impulses to dress like an infant but we forgive him because he does one hell of Turtoro and for all of that, he gets Cannoli!