It’s a bus full of Sandpiper residents on their way to a restaurant.
“Was it yellow?”
“Canary yellow!”
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Jimmy bellows back, elated.
“I picked that color myself.”
He explains the case by likening it to being overcharged for biscuits at a restaurant.
And what do you do when you’re overcharged for biscuits at a restaurant?
“You send your nephew Steve to talk to the manager.
That’s how I want you to think of me.”
Jimmy, Saul, Gene, Steve.
Jimmy collects the signatures.
“Beautiful penmanship,” he says.
“A lost art.”
“Astonishing work, Jimmy,” he says.
Solicitation is against the law and, as Chuck says, may raise eyebrows, endanger the case.
Jimmy is eclipsing Chuck by eschewing the rules.
Jimmy lies through parabola teeth, spinning yarns as that used-car-salesman smile spreads across his face.
Who doesn’t want to get money?
Howard and Cliff buy Jimmy’s story.
What does Chuck think?
Chuck nods apprehensively, looking defeated.
“The price of excellence is eternal vigilance,” he says.
Jimmy’s foot moseys over to Kim’s, but she turns him down.
After the meeting, Kim and Jimmy have it out.
She got him the Sandpiper case, and now he’s pissing it away with unnecessary risks.
You threw me a bone?"
“No asshole,” Kim spits.
“You know I believe in you.”
Jimmy swears he’s giving up his slippery ways.
He’s lying, of course, but Kim really does believe him.
Jimmy’s relationship with Kim is slowly dissolving, though we know his career will flourish.
The writers are unconcerned with rewarding viewers, which makes me increasingly fascinated by the show.
Instead of guys disintegrating in bathtubs, we get guys making infomercials.
WatchMurder, She Wrote, of course, their diurnal respite from the mundanity of assisted living.
Oh no, in his gray suit-shirt-tie rig (get it?
he’s wading into morally ambiguous waters?
“Welles, Fellini, Bergman the greats!”
“In glorious black and white!
Jimmy plays the orchestra.
“I’m ready for my close-up, Mr. “It looks…professional,” Kim says.
He goes to Cliff’s office, then turns back around and gets on the phone.
The commercial runs, lighting up the office telephones like Christmas trees, Hazel Grace.
Cliff calls to chew Jimmy out for running the commercial.
Jimmy eyes Kim anxiously as the TV glow flickers on Kim’s smiling face.
The guy is Nacho, and Nacho needs Mike make someone “go away.”
