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.