Jeff Goldblum and Sarah Silverman?! It truly is a time for Thanksgiving. And this year, we give thanks for awkward family reunions (and guinea pigs).
To celebrate the season, Ellie volunteered to take care of the class guinea pig over the Thanksgiving break. Personally, I think it’s never a good idea for a kid to take care of the class pet over the holidays. All too often, it results in two scenarios:
- The class pet dies, either of natural causes or the home environment
- The kid who takes care of the pet likes it so much that they want to keep it or get another pet of their own to replace it when it’s gone.
It’s lose-lose, in my opinion, but that’s what Kevin and Jenny are in for when Ellie volunteers to take care of Shakespeare.
In anticipation of the holiday season, the league has all made a “fat bet,” a competition based upon how much weight they can lose before Turkey Day and how much they exercise. Included in the bet, any man who doesn’t exercise for at least 30 minutes each day pays $50 into the pot.
That’s probably one of the most ambitious challenges I’ve heard of for a holiday. I hope none of my friends every propose that idea.
Ruxin’s been dominating the competition thus far (although as with many things Ruxin, all does not seem to be fair in this competition). But he falls down to earth a bit when, instead of having the house to himself for his “house hotel” the week of Thanksgiving, Ruxin ends up running into his dad, who was also trying to get out of spending the holidays with family.
Together, the two holiday bachelors decide to spend Thanksgiving together, but each admits they were planning on doing it their way. And they do.
So Ruxin’s dad (who also goes by Ruxin rather than Rupert but, for the sake of clarity, will be called Rupert) runs every morning with Ruxin’s “fat bet” pedometer while Ruxin spares no lotion in choking the chicken while the missus is away.
There’s something about Jeff Goldblum talking about the realities of the human spirit and our desire to watch porn on the big screen TV (Full volume!) that just warms the heart. Don’t you agree?
The gang also gets a visit from Andre’s older sister, Heather (Sarah Silverman), who taught all of them (and by proxy, Andre) everything they know about sex. Her presence and voice-inside-the-ear on Andre about all the things the guys make fun of him for leaves him feeling out-of-place during the Thanksgiving festivities.
In another bid to make a fortune, Taco has invested in a white truffle. Despite Taco’s best efforts, not even Andre will pay him more than his costs, regardless of how many “business lessons” he tries to share.
By meal time, the league members have gathered together, Ruxin’s dad and Heather in tow, to celebrate Thanksgiving at the MacArthur house. After the fat bet weigh-in and totals are finalized, which Ruxin wins easily thanks to his father’s running, they all settle down to eat, but not before Pete gets approached by Heather.
While Pete explains his need for food before he satisfies Heather, they accidentally bump Shakespeare’s cage, freeing the guinea pig to roam. By the time Kevin and Jenny come by to feed him, the creature’s long gone, taking Taco’s white truffle with him. (Who puts a truffle in a playroom?)
Resolving to go on like nothing has happened, Jenny serves dinner, and it goes off without a hitch — well, other than a palette cleanse turned lesson in female fellatio lesson — up until it’s time for turkey, which turns out to be a tur-guinea. (Don’t worry! They found Shakespeare.)
As everyone flees the dining room in an attempt to cleans themselves of the guinea pig they’ve just consumed, Ruxin, Andre, and Taco come face to face with Ruxin’s father Rupert’s vinegar strokes when they discover him balls deep in Heather, who couldn’t wait any longer for Pete.
Talk about families coming together, right?
Memorable quotes from Episode 8:
KEVIN: “He’s vermin.”
KEVIN: “Near the food? Good God, woman, that’s how the plague started.”
RUXIN [on Kevin’s “eater high”]: “You mean diabetes?”
RUXIN: “I’m going to have my house to myself, where I can roll around my house like an anonymous man in a hotel room.”
RUXIN: “I’ve been collecting those hotel-sized moisturizer bottles just getting ready.”
RUXIN: “Why would I use Noxzema?”
ANDRE: “‘Cause it’s cold and tingly like a girl’s vagina.”
RUXIN: “It smells like a Guatemalan YMCA in here. Congratulations on that.”
KEVIN [to Andre]: “Did you meet him on Craigslist or are his intentions honorable?”
RUXIN: “Andre, and I say this fondly, your sister was such an unrelenting slutbag.”
RUXIN: “I’m pretty sure the facials were going towards her, Andre.”
RUXIN: “Think I’m gonna do about 5 miles today.”
RUPERT: “Well, look at you, you little homunculus. Without any pants. No shoes. Like a man who’s just fled from a carnival. You know, you look a bit pale. Some would say pasty. I say like a freshly peeled apple.”
RUPERT: “Continue with this homoerotic competition talk. It’s more than delightful.”
ANDRE: “You told me to stop wearing black because I looked like Nosferatu.”
ANDRE: “…That’s why mescal never tasted the same.”
RUXIN: “Full disclosure? We’re both adults. I was here to watch the Playboy Channel.”
RUPERT: “Bullshit.”
RUXIN: “I was gonna watch something filthier. Not on my laptop. Everything is at your fingers on a laptop, but no, you wanna watch it…”
RUPERT: “On a TV! Full volume!”
RUXIN: “Full volume! Not hidden away like Anne Frank in the attic whispering, you know.”
KEVIN: “Yeah, he’s running so much he’s now walking funny.”
KEVIN: “Here’s the church. Here’s the steeple. Open the doors, and just eat all the people.”
HEATHER: “Nose, nose, nose…”
TACO: “Yeah, we were playing Sister Invader.”
KEVIN: “Yeah, Seven Minutes in Heather.”
HEATHER: “He was taught by the best, this guy.”
JENNY: “…No, we don’t go to church.”
PETE: “We do have a quorum.”
KEVIN: “Never…again.”
HEATHER: “No, they’re shit-talking. You’re shit-taking.”
RUXIN: “Bro, it’s all muscle.”
ANDRE: “No, it’s called a belly band.”
RUXIN: “Hehe. Postpartum girdle!”
HEATHER: “Go tide yourself over. I’ll meet you in 8 minutes. We’ll ‘go to the bathroom,’ but really, you’ll lick my vagina.”
KEVIN: “And I want to take you to church. I just get confused. Sometimes I pull up, and I’m sweaty already. I’m not exactly sure which door to go into, alright?”
KEVIN: “Look, there’s truffle shavings. He dragged it out like a lion ripping out a gazelle. If we were a restaurant, they would shut us down. They would give us a D…”
KEVIN: “Like Helen Keller!”
TACO: “That’s why I had sex with her yesterday…I hate sexual tension.”
JENNY: “You just gently take a little lick…Cleanse your palette.”
HEATHER: “Kevin, just let the sorbet know you’re there with the heat of your breath.”
TACO: “I don’t really like sorbet, but I love watching women eat it.”
KEVIN: “I’m never going to be able to eat sorbet like that.”
RUXIN: “I feel like I’m watching my own birth.”
ANDRE: “Can we get a palette cleanser for our palette cleanser?”
RUXIN: “You fed us goddamn guinea pig like some Peruvian street urchin?!”
JENNY: “It’s a tur-guinea!”
ANDRE: “I just saw your dad’s vinegar strokes.”
TACO: “I saw into his soul. Not good.”
I just might have to change my fantasy football team name to “The Twilight: Breaking Dawn-dres.” Thoughts?
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