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.