This week’s episode is a full buffet of chaos, delusion, and questionable taste. Jeff and Sam kick things off by absolutely not agreeing on Devil Wears Prada 2, Sam fell asleep mid‑plot, Jeff is ready to nominate Meryl for sainthood, and both of them are convinced the other has the cinematic taste of a damp sock. From there, Jeff recounts his luxury‑priced mocktail, a steak that needed 24 hours to develop a personality, and a Leslie Odom Jr. concert so hot it nearly turned him into a Victorian fainting maiden.

Jeff, meanwhile, is out here defending AMC like it’s a religion, dragging Regal’s “shitass seats,” and reminding Sam that TikTok agreeing with him doesn’t mean she’s right, it just means the algorithm thinks she’s dramatic. We also get brunch noise complaints, golf‑related joint pain, dog‑sitting adventures, and a brief but passionate rant about millennials ruining art with unnecessary sequels.

If you like unfiltered opinions, petty arguments, and two best friends who love each other but also low‑key want to strangle each other, this episode is your Roman Empire.