The Glengarry Glen Ross Minute

Get the chalk! Glengarry Glen Ross Infinite is here! Bill and Matt struggle to start the new podcast, much like the old podcast. Eventually, they get around to introducing how they hope to continue expounding on Glengarry Glen Ross using an advanced AI they bought at a mall kiosk. Please follow us on Twitter: @gggrinfinite Subscribe to Glengarry Glen Ross Infinite! on iTunes on Google Play Music

The Write-up Guy is too forlorn and despondent about the results of the “Shelly” draft to even begin to make an effort.He would like to express his T.Hanks, though. Anyway, the fellas choose one person from each character corral and then duke it out to create one final fantasy cast. Sigh.

Bill never slid a garter up a leg for a prom picture, nor did he ever nail a protest manifesto to a door. The fellas realize that they just sit and lie to each other to get thru the show. In the first of entirely too many WWTP's in this episode, the fellas double dip Sam Sheppard and Scott Glenn. Matt don't trust no-one with their own code. Bill interrupts Matt's rendition of En Vogues' “Never Gonna Get It.” Matt, hates having to talk Laker basketball but with Bill's help, he gets through it. Nick Cage gets the high hat. Jeff Bridges gets high praise. The fellas discuss, as old men often do, the history and variation in personal day planners. We get a snapshot of George having his Wheaties and preparing for the work day. Ricky trusts George to let folks know where he'll be, just like Mitch and Murray trust phone-tech Jimmy. Oh and here comes the third, and maybe the biggest WWTP thus far, John Goodman. The fellas discuss, only quasi-emotionally, the end of the film and the end of the show. In a fourth WTTP, David Strathairn then gets the same treatment that he and Matt gave that sink, that time. Bill runs us through some credit sequence tidbits and some stats and fun-facts. The fellas awkwardly get through some underwhelming “Thank you's” and then engage in a denouement that takes entirely too long. Finally, Matt completely fucks up the end of the final episode, which he's feeling really great about! Thanks to one and all for the most fun two guys ever had with microphones… No wait… that's probably… ahhh fuck it.

Bill is a flosser from way back. The boys start the episode by giving an oft overlooked genius, and a blockbuster movie-star the WWTP treatment. Plutonium gets its day in the sun, but please, don't keep your plutonium in the sun. Matt gets very nervous that Bill is gonna utter this actor's name, and then, it keeps coming up. Matt is flabbergasted that the space shuttle Columbia got used more times than some of his gym socks. Bill would have no trouble ordering a fluffy squirrel on-line, in Moscow. Bill tortures Matt with more punny allusions to a Cage. Evan Fournier gets combed over. Ricky is apparently into being watched. There is a kinder, gentler, Baylen, for a moment, then a taunty, menacing Baylen comes to play. It is Euclid. Georgie boy comes back to the office refreshed and ready to get back to work. Ricky knows something, we just don't know exactly what he knows. The fellas wind-down this episode by, discussing some the more effective and ineffective denouements in their movie preferences. A veritable inception of denouements.

In this week's extra-mini Minisode, the fellas pick their favorite, non-GGGR performance from each member of the unrivaled, inimitable, and vaunted cast members.It goes better than anyone could have expected.

Bill almost choked to death, and Matt enjoys being so close to his goals with such little effort. Rain Man was a wasteful asshole. Matt explains cake numbers and Bill gets hungry. Bill loves Neptunium. Dean-o swings by to inquire about the poppies, Daddy-o. The boys sniff around classical Persian finger counting. Spidey's web shooting sound-effect gets recreated by the jackasses, far too many times. Bill has a mini-stroke after the break. Shelly is beaming, but that won't last. Phone Tech Jimmy is the best there ever was. Bill needs to work out his own jaw. Shelly realizes what he's done. Lemmon acts the fuck out of this minute with practically zero dialogue. Ricky is squarely on his run o' luck. Turns out, Baylen's alter ego is a huge, jazz-douche. Everyone stay tuned for “Pod-iums”, Bill's next podium-based, podcast endeavor. Matt just wants a courtesy wave. To end the Epstein, the fellas have a bit of a Katz-corner, ya know, for the Mamet.

Matt reminds Bill that not everyone wants the “flava.” Bill claims he doesn't “trot in” from anywhere, and if he did, he'd step on a line, no problem. Matt is upset (shocking) that Bill has discussed most of this minute in previous episodes. Uranium gets its day in the sun (run!). Dean-o swings by. Matt doesn't like movies with temperatures in the title. DeShawn Stevenson's tattoo anecdotes entertain the fellas. The LMR debate comes to a head today and after some unpleasantness (and maybe some higher volume outbursts, Matt, we're looking in your direction), the fellas graciously find some common ground. Bill has dreams in which he can't scream, conversely Matt has no trouble laughing about it. Bill makes a great observation about Shelly being powerless to communicate in this minute. Bill features a Glengarry themed parody song that has pleased Matt for decades. Bill housekeeps a fairly important film that the fellas omitted in the '92 review show.

Bill sings Matt into a vicious malady right off the bat. The fellas are north of 90 and they can't believe they find themselves in Denouement-ville. Protactinium gets its half-life, moment in the sun. Matt is so done with the penny. George joins the fellas for the numerology segment. The boys apparently abhor the pumpkin innards. The minister of defense swings by, one Epstein too soon. Matt lays out the listener's approach to Bill's speedbump-itude. Shelly is trying to get out of jail with the old “I have a family thing” excuse. Williamson is a consonant lover. Roma cannot stop fiddling with that belt. Matt has had moments when he is actually unable to find “his couch, the living room.” Jagoff John might be a prime example of the “Peter Principle.” Matt suggests Kevin Greene for the Baylen corral. Kevin Hart gets thrown to the Blake-wolves. Phone-tech Jimmy does some fine, fine work at the end of this minute.

The episode starts with some Gonzo convo. The boys agree that they are now at the “right” angle. Bill not only enjoys puzzles, but is also a puzzle unto himself. Matt is once again thwarted by his partner's sieve-like memory. Bill sings us a bar of “Ain't no good with eggs.” Matt has some real issues with soccer's “stoppage time.” John Williamson finally admits to not liking Shelly. Bill admits to both having “Memo Fever” and also really not liking how John has handled the whole memo situation. Matt admits to not liking the whole Webb situation. The fellas wonder why the Nyborg lead is still in the “rotay.” Matt has long-held an erroneous assumption about the film. The fellas agree that the descriptions of the Nyborg's house didn't sound all that squalor-esque. Matt is taking the anti-fever stance, while Bill likes to power through any illness. Matt is still looking for a podcast feud. Bill explains Shelly's peculiar “Why?” Matt wants to point out once more that it WAS a pretzel and its called a “Diner check mint.”

The fellas discuss the illustrious line-up of films released in 1992 and where Glengarry Glen Ross ranks among them.

Buckle up for our longest episode to date! Matt compares Bill to a wet towel. Pythagoras, man, Pythagoras, man, he don't care. Matt reminds us that GGGR is a two-actinium play. Bill has no significant industrial use and he likes it like that. The fellas are concerned that episode 18 of this podcast, will soon be banned (Editors note: Minute 18 is a fantastic episode entitled “Fuck or Wok” and we're all very proud of it). The fellas run-down Sweet Lou Amundson's impressive resumé. The fellas discuss who actually does have the biggest mouth in the office. Is Williamson… a stand-up guy (gasp)? Shelly is a bad father and Matt can barely stand it. Williamson is loving every brutal second of having Shelly by the Shel-hairs. There are more mailboxes at Premier Properties than in the post offices of some midwestern towns. Here at the GGGR Minute, we graciously and humbly accept the (imaginary) award for Most “Svaboda” mentions of any podcast, ever. “You like us. You really like us.” Matt attempts to start a podcast feud. Shelly would look great in a fast-food apron. Matt shocks everyone with a very unimpressive quote corner, and THEN the fellas cast the indomitable, unassailable, Gene Hackman.

Matt is very supportive and nurturing, specifically for the sake of Bill's growth. More discussions about how we as a people couldn't resist using radioactive substances. Never lick your paint brushes to keep the point clean. Bill's ineptitude is a sign of progress. Al gets taken down a peg or two. Matt talks to us about the HARM missile. The fellas delve into the whips of Mr. College football, Keith Jackson. The Premier properties break room may be the smokiest, smelliest room on the planet. The fellas break down what it is to “Do the Dutch.” Williamson makes a show of his affinity for Big Red. The boys speak briefly about liquid-center gums, and this nauseates Matt. Shelly admits that Williamson may have a “slight advantage.” Williamson is taking immense pleasure in Shelly's misfortune and in finally revealing his tragic flaw. Bill draws a less-than-reasonable parallel between a Brady Bunch episode and this film. Matt gets a little activist-y right at the end but all in all, the fellas agree, this ep is a gem.

Matt is fired up and Bill is the gasoline. Bill would like to watch things vaporize and Matt would like to watch Bill watch that. Matt has the “Kill Bill” T-shirts already printed and ready to go. Bill won't move that bubble wrap. Matt is reduced to conducting breathing exercises while Bill recounts some cricketing anecdotes. The fellas agree that A.I. fosters unity. Bill gets fired up for just a moment about jersey number restrictions. Matt feels Williamson's horse-shit viscerally. The PDB gets his treatment. Bill is so proud of his week's old, Chachi Arcola reference. Williamson, simply doesn't care. The boys wonder if John would want Ricky in the room during the “rat-out” process. Lemon astounds the fellas yet again with the skillful execution of his craft. Matt continues to be made nauseated by John Williamson. Bill brings a list of Mamet, tie-ups, and Matt says “No, thank you.” The fellas squabble over “Heat” for a spell. Bill shares with us a Pirandello offshoot, movie idea. Dean Martin gets the corral treatment. Bill is worried about Dean-o getting his “cool buzzed.” Bobby Glennister pops on by and Matt senses that he's seconds from death. Finally, Steven Tyler gets cast, mostly because the fellas are literally losing their minds.

Matt starts the episode three levels deep in a kind-of Inception-anger at Bill. Bill considers writing jingles for the mundanity of his every day life moments. Matt wants to “86” Bill from the show and now we all know the derivation of the term. Bill once met Hines Ward. Matt was terrified of the quiet killer. Bill is too proud of his own jokes. The fellas once again praise the film's direction, this time, for the feeling of tension and claustrophobia. Here come the Lemmon praises again… look the guy was like, one of the best ever… What do want the boys to do? Bill tells us about his hard-workin', never shirkin' neighbor. Matt has some practical and economical ideas for vacationing with a young adult. Shelly appears to need a full dental workover while Williamson hurls his accusations. Foley encourages Lemmon to make “wah-wah-wah” faces. Matt checks in with Bill's PB consumption. The fellas stroll down memory lane and recount one of Bill's many theatrical disappointments. Matt reluctantly accompanies Bill on his, full-cast WWTP. Bill refuses to believe that the Facts of Life gals moved to a candy store. Matt is unhappy with Bill's lack of research. The boys agree uncomfortably, that where Kim Fields is concerned, there is no closing time.

Bill puts his unwillingness to take responsibility on display for the people. Matt is disgruntled. Bill regales us with stories of his particular faint-prone, frailty. Bill is eschewing the uniform dictate again. The fellas issue an artificial sweetener warning. The boys poke fun at maybe the most successful musical in Broadway history. Matt introduces Bill to the Youngbloodz. Chad Ochocinco gets discussed for the first time in a WHILE. Shelly cannot get the goddamn pretzel out of his goddamn molar. Spacey and Lemon share the screen dynamically. The boys sit in awe of the writing in this minute and its build to the inevitable reveal. Matt takes us back to Lech Walesa to free himself of embarrassment. Bill has been exposed as a peanut butter junkie and he does nothing whatever to deny it. Matt tells his friend here, a little something might help him to, cashew butter.

The fellas start the episode by introducing a new game, that no one will enjoy playing or listening to… and they call it “Don't say the words.” Bill brings some prop talk. Matt thinks if you're not getting you're giving. The fellas, once again wonder why Polish jokes were OK. Matt faces one of the more embarrassing moments of his life, and that's saying something. Numerology gets really sad and weapon-y this week. The boys posit an innovative idea of swapping-in actual fat men, for nuclear weapons. Bill slept in the backyard 'cause he's a grown man. The fellas briefly, welcome Peja Stojakovic to the podcast. The boys confirm that Shelly's got a big mouth. Kevin Spacey gets his ass-kissed, but this time by two willing, middle-aged fellas. Bill apparently owns a business and sometimes wants to create a secretary. Spannel's house is like a box of chocolates. Matt adore's Bill's “Shelly.” The fellas are too emotionally sensitive about this minute of the film and as a result, they practice psychological avoidance by engaging in a dynamic discussion of hard candies. Matt can't extoll the virtues of pineapple enough. Our heroes end with a game as bad as the one they started with.

The write up guy is too drunk to work today. ¯_(ツ)_/¯

The fellas approach the All-Female Glengarry cast hub-bub with some opinions and some trepidation. Bill is a combination of randy and also leaden, on this particular day. Matt thinks Bill is perpetually seconds away from ingesting peanut butter. Bill is miffed at the idea of a “general purpose” bomb and has to get an Eagles reference in at every turn. Our heroes wonder who the fuck is Lempkin? More brilliant hand acting from Mr. Al. The fellas imagine a GGGR Atari game and they are both very pleased. Bill tells a Ford CEO story. Baylen is, most certainly, “hangry.” Roma continues ripping John a few new ones. Matt is accepting of some “non-reductive” machismo in the work place. Bill hates the dynamics of the alpha/beta quandary. The fellas break-down each Roma-insult. Baylen is essentially umpiring this scene and everyone is “out.” Matt is really champing at the ole bit to play Baylen. Bill suggests that kidnapping might be within Ricky's purview. Matt gets a little maudlin about the ever-approaching end of the film. Bill has to bring up the giant baby and Matt gets a little homicidal about it. Bill wants a Glenister that can fit in his pocket. The fellas finally answer an episodes-long thermometer question in a dynamic housekeeping.

The glasses “tink,” then the bellies rumble, the head pounds. Yup you guessed it. The fellas finally get to try the oft discussed Thunderbird wine, to start the episode. A special thanks to Bill for bringing along the poison. Matt and Bill re-re-re-introduce themselves. Matt tells us about Shoji, the “Game of Generals” and imagine the salesforce might enjoy a game from time to time. Matt loves Talia Shire, but only in the pet store. Bill gets all mobbed-up. Matt briefly gets into the Hell's Angels. Bill talks Turkey. Dick “Night Train” Lane was more than just a suggestive nickname. Matt is so excited about the “stupid fucking cunt.” Bill is at a loss for words when discussing how broken Jim Lingk seems. Matt can't make sense of Lingk's apology. Bill takes us, at long last back to Romaville. There's no dramatic pause like a Ricky Roma dramatic pause. Williamson is less-than-happy. Ricky is looking for a duel and wonders who told Williamson he could work with men. Baylen provides a little comic relief. Dave Moss would be the last man standing in the breakroom-clearing brawl. What would this podcast even be if there wasn't some discussion of Mr. Pacino's “hair?” In a WWTP that can only be described as shocking, John McEnroe gets cast. Droopy Dog makes Matt VERY uncomfortable.

Bill does not do his homework. The fellas are agog at how thermometers work and they're downright irate at “ménage” numbers. Fuck you, Lucas. Matt hates the passing of the peace, a fact that surprises no one. The fellas notice some 80/20 splits in their own movie watching habits. Our heroes discuss road-tripping on I-80. There are so many Mokeskis to choose from. Bill doesn't seem to get the concept of 80-shilling ale, because it's about... ale. This minute is a distressing minute for all involved, but no one does distressed like Jimmy Lingk. The shoulder pads in all the suits come up for the 943rd time. Matt and Bill discuss different translations of the text. Matt wants to play the role of Baylen in the worst way. Ricky's understated dismissal of Jimmy's question about the cops is goddamn hilarious. “Slight Burglary” is a good band name. Matt softens his stance on Ginny for a fleeting moment. The lurking Levine in the background is something to behold. The fellas can confirm, that Williamson is, in fact, a shit-head. Our dear, frail old-men hosts discuss a time when a body could drink right out of a garden hose. Jimmy Lingk begs Ricky not to follow him, mostly because he can't resist Rick's charms. The fellas discuss the overly apologetic folks among us. Matt is so excited about the next minute that he can almost taste the stupid fucking c#@t.

“Where is Winegardner Wheezing” is discussed as a dynamic future podcast endeavor. Matt thinks Bill's death is a beautiful bird. Bill is so excited to share his new jingle and Matt is… mildly amused by it. Matt bemoans having to drag Bill towards success.Matt suggests “Dusty Gasses” as a band name. Bill is suspicious about eating potatoes grown in Martian shit-piles. Bill's shoulders taper like an evil villain which inspires Matt to suggest that Bill would make a fantastic Williamson. Unquantifiable units of time are a very useful tool in a salesman's bag of tricks. Ricky is the only one that can give Matt an ASMR response and Bill judges him for it. Pat Morita gets his corral assignment. Jonathan Pryce gets his testicles dabbed with rosewater yet again. Ricky loves talking about train compartments and seems to have an extrasensory, k-9 awareness about the immediate future. The odd timing of the interrogations catch the fellas attention again. Here comes Ricky with his “3 days” bullshit again. Baylen is fucking hungry and he would like to get some lunch, but, as the Ricky-ism states, Rick will be with him “in a while.” Matt shit-talks the cops. Bill fancies himself a bit of a detective. Matt wonders why Bill doesn't know something that is such a part of our cultural fabric. The boys debate who were the better TV cops, CHiPs or Adam 12. Matt apologizes to the lunch box people.

Bill doesn't know exactly where his microphone is and Matt says he probably shouldn't be using a microphone in the first place. Bill's alter-ego-hip-hop-mogul, origin story is born. We are overjoyed to present to you all, Mr. “li'l Silver.” Matt loves the carol the 12 Days of Christmas, but could stand a few more Dancin' Ladies. Tarot gets some love. Ricky softly says “tell you something,” but what he's really saying is “Sell you something…” Jonathan “nice” Pryce has got some range. Ricky's darting eyes are tell-tale signs of the shit-storm that's about to come rolling out of Williamson's office. Pulling a Zumbo (going to get a drink if things are getting weird) is discussed in some detail. Zumbo implores the audience to make adult-drink suggestions for 2dubs. Li'l Ricky just wants to play ball in the house. Ricky's “You know me” after 12 hours of being a mild acquaintance, is amusing. Baylen is a third wheel for the B, love-story. The fellas engage in some “extraordinary” GGGR, world-expanding imaginings. Matt has to explain to Bill that one mustn't just play a jingle.

Bill interviews JoAnn Foley, Office Production Assistant on Glengarry Glenn Ross. She shares lots of juicy info and tidbits from the set along with some great anecdotes and memories of the cast.

Bill is always doing a podcast with himself, in his head. Matt doesn't care for that particular podcast. Bill promises a heapin', helpin' of common decency with every friendship. The fellas apparently don't remember podcasting several moments in the film, nor do they remember entire segments of their own creation… and one of them is very sober. Marky Mark would make a terrible subconscious. Matt is unimpressed by the minute this week. The fellas talk salesmen… AGAIN. Matt once got Roma'd by a sneaker kid. Bill displays impressive mathematics skills and Matt ALMOST gets to praise him for it. Fountain pen nib tips are starting to get discussed almost as much as Spannel's giant baby on this podcast. The Swedish Chef comes by for absolutely no reason. Matt contends there is NO defense of Ginny Lingk. The fellas diverge into a fairly major Housekeeping segment. Ricky is so attentive and compassionate with Jimmy in this minute. Apparently we are all gods speaking things into existence. The fellas take a moment to eulogize Dave Moss. The fellas spend a few long minutes on the topic of Mr. Pacino's hair. "Righteous Kill" splits the fellas just a bit further. 2Dubs throws in another Housekeeping segment, that actually isn't a Housekeeping segment at all and this literally drives Matt mad. Bill then provides the sweet, sweet opiate of a Quote Corner to quell Matt's agitation, and it works!?

At long last, without further adieu, the fellas finally present the greatly anticipated, oft ballyhooed comedian themed #WWTP.Sit back and enjoy as the boys use the humor of actually funny people to further obscure their own ineptitude. Enjoy!

Cord-cutting patter, starts the discussion this week. The fellas wonder what life would be like if LeBron lived next door with Wayne. Bill is drunk on his own pain. Heavyweight title bout, “Glenister Vs. Mason, The Argument at Parliament” gets some talk. The fellas get to a WWTP early, in the aid of one Mr. Walter Matthau. Bill would prefer to be the Shi-poo-pi guy. Matt, acting as both Sean Bradley apologist and Hillbilly advocate, ushers us through another award winning numerology segment. Baylen starts the real monosyllabic fun. The boys wonder why the interrogation of D.Ray/Shelly took no time at all. Baylen is NOT Ricky's friend. Where is Jimmy Lingk going in such a hurry? The fellas cast Leonard Nimoy and discuss Spock's potential prowess in the boudoir. Ricky promises anything you want, except for that one thing that you want. Salesmen and strippers, work within the same parameters. Bill is never allowed to name a strip club. Matt brings the eclectic and surprising 2019 Hollywood Walk Of Fame class to the table. Congrats to Mr. Arkin. Listen as the fellas explore what Alan Arkin's take on Al Capone might sound like.

Apologies. The write-up guy is celebrating his independence today, The Como Inn, a friend.He does, however, implore you to enjoy this week's Episode thru the miasma of patriotism.

Lotta Baldwin to start things off this week. Mid-afternoon meals and going to them is discussed at length. Bill loves the acting in this minute. Baylen was probably getting a little anti-Semitic in that back office. Shame on you Baylen. All George wants to do is work. Williamson has no idea when the sales force needs a snack. John is a Cheetos vendor. The Gestapo really put the polish on anti-semitism. Ghallager makes a return. Matt puts out a reminder that Bill was against WWTP early on in the podcast. Everyone wants George to leave the room. Alan Arkin killed his acting exercise. Ricky and Rory go on a sit. #Donaldson. Matt brings the longest quote corner you've ever heard. Bill doesn't care for religious shapeshifting in his GGGR. The fellas realize that they've just been doing an excruciatingly long talk-back this whole time and Mamet now has more reasons to hate them. Bill's default resting face is one of concern.

This is an official warning: At moments in this episode, Matt's level of frustration with Bill reaches “P-dupes-2.” Matt is offended by Bill's big belly dance AND his pate. Bill doesn't care about the GGGR Minute uniform and Matt is less-than-pleased about that. In any case, Matt looks great in his uniform. Bill is an ersatz syphilis and he references vajazzling out of nowhere, so 2dubs is still doing 2dubs things. Blah blah, Rodman, blah blah. The fellas finally settle into this dizzying minute. Ricky's word salad is well tossed. “GGGR Phrases, The Soup” is born. Jude Ciccolella makes a triumphant return as Baylen and brings all the shit that the fan can handle with him. Matt hates the audition monitor, and Bill loves to monitor auditions, and this alone is all you ever need know about them. The VERY judgmental audition monitor is born. The fellas praise the camera work in this minute. We all collectively ask, “Who the fuck is Donaldson?” But the mere mention of him ushers in the return of Glenister, so, WELL worth it. Matt gets really upset with Bill, again. The fellas try to mend fences with a Housekeeping. For better or worse, the Kapono-cast is becoming more and more a reality.

Bill's mouth noises have Matt on edge and not just his words this time. The fellas compare the podcast to different kinds of hugs. Bill's pelvis abhors a Hoover. Kopono's number confounds the boys. The fellas contemporize a long standing sports nickname. Matt talks glowingly about “Arrival” but Bill hates the space squids. Ricky's attempted misdirects are absolutely laughable in that he doesn't understand how days work.Bill fills us in on John H. McGlinchy, whoever he is. Ricky Roma prank calls a pizza shop, much to the chagrin of the pizza shop proprietor. Matt wants to sing Jonathan Pryce's praises. The fellas take Spielberg down a few pegs cause, someone's got to. The boys are back to arguing about “The Edge.” Matt loves starting from an adversarial place. The boys cast Richard Dryfus cause Bill hates Holly Hunter. Bill drops a few names and spies a muscled republican, on a bike while on vacation. Matt gets concerned about the moral aptitude of the folks in the corral.

Bill starts the show by waving Matt off, which Matt does not accept favorably. Leon Redbone pops by for a sec, which is always a treat. The fellas discuss the short-shorts era in the NBA. Pacino is still the best hand actor we've ever seen. Ricky's fabrications are getting more impressive as the con continues. Jim gets activated for a moment. Ricky struggles thru these moments but uses modern dance to express his utter disbelief. Jonathan Pryce is glorious. A very helpful secretary, tries to give Ginny Lingk a word to the wise. This sparks a stand alone “Ginny Movie” idea from the boys. The fellas discuss a part of the office that we haven't spent a lot of time in before now. Aaranow pitches in, making the printed motivational signs. The fellas talk about the perforations in early printer paper, cause why not? Our heroes get into a WWTP to cast a “Ginny.” Bill is Anti-Fonda and cant get past his own barriers. The fellas get some help from the @Scotthdc out of the GGGR twittersphere with a whole cast, re-casting. The fellas got GIFTS that they absolutely did not deserve (thank you @SReyngoudt). Bill starts everything he does with a step backward. The Romaville Cheesy Jingle Singers get brought to the fore, submissions forthcoming. Bill wants every “U” to be liquid. Matt wants all his lunches to be liquid.(Matt wants everyone to know it's his birthday and that anything from the Johnny Walker family of scotches can make the perfect gift for the perturbed, executive podcaster in your life.)

The fellas talk about the Celtics' dominance. Matt laments approaching the end of the film which also means the end of the podcast. Bill suggests that David Mamet would be sorely disappointed in them. Matt is aggravated and Bill wants a nap (a potentially new podcast title). Matt has questions about this minute and about Bill's obsession with floor-cleaning robots. Ricky is keeping secrets from D. Ray. Bill has always been a Mrs. D. Ray Morton, to Matt. More salt jokes this week. Matt wonders why D. Ray is going to Pittsburgh while Ricky heads to Mrs. Morton's birthday bed. The fellas wonder why Ricky promises to take Jim to the VERY well-appointed Morton House. Dragon's Lair gets some chatter. Ricky offers to buy Jimmy lunch, to smooth over the wrinkle. Ricky's second signaling of Kennilworth is more “emphatic” than the last. Matt wonders why Shelly and Rick don't just leave and go get on that scooter. Ricky tells Jim all about women, again. The fellas housekeep for a sec. Bill reminds Matt that they exist in a post-truth world.

Be forewarned, Episode 69 has the boys acting more adolescent than usual. Matt is nonplussed about Bill's ACTUAL lack of housekeeping. Matt hates Kevin Harlan, like a lot, and has questions about the back. Shelly and Ricky are really having some fun with each-other. Bill shares some of his puppet making highlights. Kennilworth is saved for the right moment. Bill imagines Shel and Rick on a Vespa together. Matt wants to communicate exclusively, via a Pacino puppet. D. Ray Morton is not getting on the “1:00.” The fellas struggle to recall an airport's name. Shel slaps Ricky. Jim Lingk's off screen sadness is debilitating. The boys discuss Mamet's use of “the phone.” Ricky, out here, modern dancing. Shelly wields the word Kennil-worth like a broadsword. The boys develop the foundation for the inaugural Mamet-con. We all get to visit Romaville and Bill wants Churros. The fellas get into a WWTP with the cast of WKRP in Cincinnati and they learn if Loni Anderson is Baylen, theres a room full o' salesmen. Matt has some housekeeping and the boys express their gratitude to the listeners.

Gonzo starts the episode off with a big-bang. Matt has a rather unsanitary first, to celebrate with the audience. Bill hasn't urinated since the Clinton administration. The boys are excited to talk about the Roma and Shelly improv scene. Bill claims that Shel's minor stumbles are a bit of an issue. D. Ray Morton is a great made-up name and it prompts our man Bill to make some “salty” jokes. Matt suspects all the salesmen have a “go-to” alias. Ricky knows what D. Ray is up to insofar as his restaurant habits are concerned. Lingk just really wants to “Winegardner” this whole real estate situation. Bill's notes lead Matt to believe that Bill is developing some serious cognitive issues. The fellas discuss nonsense phrases like “sales and services” and “service features.” The boys have some improv tutorial tidbits to share. Matt does his best to ruin Bill's super fun Quote Corner, but Bill endures and comes through it with flying colors.

Matt is not a patient man.The fellas talk about Taj, and "The Fish Who Saved Pittsburgh" for way too long. Bill says he enjoyed "Black Panther" but then divulges a series of critiques.Ricky starts the con and it gets off to a bumpy start. Shelly shows dat bubble butt and oh do the fellas love it. The boys introduce “Mime Corner.” Shelly means business and doesn't want any bullshit. Techniques for giving the bird are discussed.Shelly's hubris is on full display here. Ricky cannot put down the leads.There's a sudden return trip to Romaville.Matt wants us desperately to know that Kennilworth has to be a Chicago reference.Bill tells us about another in a long line of sad-sack stories. The fellas cast Stephen Root and Matt is caught unawares by a new jingle!

The write-up guy is on vacation.

As if the fellas needed more fodder for bickering, they endeavor to compare their top 5, all-time, Mamet films (excluding GGGR because, well, Bill made the rules). The results probably won't surprise you, but it's the goddamned journey that counts, not the destination. Grow up, would ya?

Matt always winds up back at asshole. Subscribers are thinking, “wow.” Terbium gets the fellas off on an environmental activism jag. Bill debuts and retires his Sammy Hagar impression. Shelly demands that Williamson, “Hand me out!” Does Williamson have a phone or not? Any tea-bagging from Shelly is barely a knee-bend. Ricky Roma, private dick: salesman-detective extraordinaire gets brought into the light. The fellas finally get back to Romaville. The fellas shudder at the thought that a man is “his job.” Matt points out that being on a sit and sitting with a customer are two different things. Leon Redbone swings around and brings that signature sound to the GGGR world. This inexplicably turns into a WWTP, where Rickman gets cast. From there its just straight-fizzle.

Matt helps Bill out of his imposter syndrome and then helps him back into it. Gonzo makes his GGGR debut. Shelly is locked all on the Nyborgs, nothing on him. Matt praises the direction and camera work while again reiterating his LMR argument. Bill is the slumper AND a slump seer. Anyone looking to unleash their pent-up, giant baby thoughts, @billwinegardner is ready for you! The fellas liken the salesforce to a bunch o' vampires. Then they discuss what it is to have solemnities. Why didn't The Machine notice the sideboard at first? The boys announce their new project, “The Cyborg, Sideboard hour.” Bill is dealing with some PTSD from abusive, early episodes. Mamet's work is so lean. Bill notes that Dave brings you “in” by leaving things “out.” Shelly and Ricky shake hands like men. Bill tells us all about the time when he got Stroehecker'ed and the boys rank the probable handshake techniques of the salesforce. The fellas incept a housekeeping within a housekeeping. Matt has a fuel cell that runs on conflict. Matt realizes that Bill is already at peak performance, but it's OK, 'cause he's got a real dandy handshake.

A new segment, “What's Botherin' Bill?” is born, and in the maiden voyage, Bill whine-asks the question, “Where are my play toys?” Li'l Roma is the dream that turns into a nightmare for Matt. Bill vows to do something pro-active for the first time in… well prolly a really, really, long while. The legend of Coty Clark is born, and dies just as quick. Matt is super excited about what minute 63 means to his LMR (legit mutual respect) argument. Matt is a casualty of the contemporary language and gets ALL bound up on the phrase “pussy-foot.” Shelly is NOT pussy-footing around, even when fumbling with breakers in the basement. Matt hates a pleat, and the fellas break down the suspenders in this minute. 22 minutes is a long time to be holding up a pen. Shelly is blasting his delts. Bill breaks down what exactly is the “friendly end” of a pen. Harriet and Blah Blah are VERY uneasy about the salesman statue sitting at their kitchen table. It's like pulling teeth for Matt, attempting to get Bill to apologize. Bill, as usual, prematurely wants to end the minute. Matt wants the new jingle. Bill shares some more theater stuff but this time he saw it in a moving picture house. The boys slip in one of the shortest housekeeping segments ever, and follow it up with a WWTP that takes them all over New York City and into your living room, circa 1980. The fellas have a blast recreating the WTF interview. If anyone's reading these, tweet “You stupid fucking cunt” to @gggrminute… and then please go for help… wait, first order me up some fried-rice, THEN go for help. Thanks.

Bill innovates systems of his own imaginings, he also thinks snow storms are a waste of time, so Bill hasn't missed a beat. Matt takes us down to the Samarium area. The fellas discuss metals, magnets and kabuki drops. “Guy McIntyre, Noir Offensive Lineman” is born. Ricky gets REAL comfy as Shelly starts telling the war-story and Matt is ON BOARD! The fellas discuss the “stats” for entirely too long. Crumb cake, from the store gets its day on the shelf. Glenister gets the GGGR bump though that probably doesn't mean what you think it means. The fellas discuss the sales protocol. John C. Riley gets corralled in this week's ACTUAL WWTP. Bill doesn't like Hoffa and dodges any responsibility for not having produced a new jingle. Bill considers the podcast a “me” situation while Matt considers it an “us” situation. Bill's only attempt at being logical is scatalogical. The fellas break down “the guy on the train” metaphor and ask each other an important moral question. We learn that Bill is a stand-up guy and Matt is less than a stand-up guy. No one is surprised. Bill gives us the Welcome Back Kotter WWTP and secretly longed to be a sweat hog and Matt does his best to stay… awake. The “Silver Spoons” theme is discussed for literally NO reason.

The fellas recap and review David Mamet's interview on a recent episode of the WTF podcast with Marc Maron.

Using a recent article as a springboard, the fellas rank the major performances in the film. The results may surprise you.

Buckle-up for a marathon episode of the GGGR minute. Matt wants to clear the air and Bill mocks him for it. Coen bros. movies are playing in Bill's head, on a continuous loop. Matt would bring Marvin Gaye to Bill's house to prove a point. The air is cleared... until it isn't again, because Bill doesn't know Dylan's highway61. This whole place stinks with Bill's farce for (at least) a week. In this minute, Davey gives us the best exit in movie history and maybe the rangiest bit of acting in the film. Bill, “The Fizzler” takes us to a very sad place. An early recipe for Pacino's famous “whoowahh” may be found in this minute. Wait, which direction exactly is Dave fucked, Rick? The boys take a respite from the minute to grind a little Barry Pepper onto the ever growing WWTP entree. Moss and Rick continue their bickering. Glenister tops the “I need to initiate litigation with the GGGR minute podcast” list. Ricky and Bill both have the memory of a fucking fly. “Have a good trip” is the last straw. Ricky smirks at Dave's antics. The segment “Bill's Hob-nobbery” is born... maybe? Mandy P comes by for a visit. Bill genuinely seems to have a stroke right in the middle of this podcast. F. Murray is better than a La-z-boy. Ed Harris is astonishing. The fellas pick their GGGR, end-times, apocalypse buddies.

What are the fellas babbling about this week? Well, it's Roma and Moss coming to loggerheads. The fellas need a small child to punch up the cute factor for the sake of ratings. Matt needs a minute after handling Bill's microphone. Burt Lancaster gets cast this week. Shelly just can't get thru his war story. Dave is fighting back what seems to be gallons of anger spittle. The boys have some fun with a new song Bill made for funsies (that's @billwinegardner) Matt helps us all understand the lack of vocabulary that comes with rage. Bill wants to tickle Ricky's flabby jowls, but only in the dark, for his wife's sake. Matt, surprising no one ends the episode angry...he is bloodied but unbound and loves when the Moss Train is inbound!

Bill, not surprisingly, sells Matt out AGAIN, to start an episode. The fellas have a new million dollar merch idea. An early WWTP brings Mr. T into the fold but not before some good old-fashioned bickering. Matt might be a racist. There's no number 59 worth discussing. Bill re-innovates “Cats” as effectively as he innovates everything else. We've all got a mean streak in us. The fellas love how nonchalantly Ricky speaks about the robbery. Shelly just wants to get thru his war story. Dave doesn't know which end is up. Matt has to shut-down a future WWTP. Alan Arkin steals the scene with an incredible economy of lines. Pacino, forever slouched, performs some the best hand acting that you'll ever see. The phrase “None of my business..." absolves Ricky of all blame and it's beautiful. The fellas get into some candy casting. Bill often winds up in the pedophile zone. Wilfred Brimley gets thrown to the all the grey wolves that occupy the Shelly corral, as the fellas bookend this minute with another WWTP.

Bill is riding high after the big Eagles' Super Bowl win. The fellas discuss the coming misfortunes of Davey Moss. Bill has no clue what his mattress consists of. Matt wonders what he should do with all the money in his mattess. Wait, the cop has two whats and a map? Dave is deluded enough to believe he did not rob the place. Ricky will not stop poking the Moss bear. The Nyborgs finally open the checkbook. Dave is specious about the timeline of Shelly's big sale. The Machine has to wait in the car, again. Graff is ready to do business all hours of the night. Shelly needed the boost of the robbery to get his brass balls back. The fellas talk about how no one wants to hear “war-stories.” Matt sings a “Fuck you, Dave” song. Elton John, The Beastie Boys, and James Taylor are invited to help the boys with the upcoming jingle mix-tape. Bill has us all wishing for the sweet relief of death with some more 3-act talk. Along with the help of some inexplicably interested and hilarious listeners, the fellas achieve critical-mass in WWTP's this week.

The fellas are very excited about the “get the chalk” minute. There's WAY too much time spent on the pronunciations of “katsup” to open the episode. Shelly comes in with the greatest victory cry known to man. Shelly's subterfuge has Matt at sixes and sevens. A new day is dawning for Shelly. Lunch break comes up quick at Premiere Properties. George is so earnest and true in his congratulations of the machine. Is this the first utterance of “the machine” that occurs in the film? Hollywood always has the bad guys, bald and smoking. The fellas want to know what exactly is happening to the sales force in Williamson's office during the interrogations. The boys attempt a “who would they play” with the “non-fruity” Star Trek cast and surprisingly, it works pretty well. Set phasers to fun and flowers for Algernon are the apparently the best old man jokes one can hope for. We can see just over the horizon that a storm cloud of anger and marlboros is fast approaching and that cloud's name is Davey Moss. Stay tuned!

Bill's life is in no imminent danger, but he does want to kill himself eventually, which Matt is totally on-board with. Matt's got a lot of great gummy ideas but Bill claims he would not eat them all. Lawrence Taylor gets a lukewarm, coked-up “atta boy.” What do George Aaranow and a Roomba have in common? Ricky throws the penalty flag on Williamson... 15 yards for roughing the saleman. Williamson “Vanna's" the leads in Ricky's direction. In an attempt to prove he can sell anyone, Ricky tries to sell Cobra Commander. Ricky will go to the cousin of Williamson and they'll do some figuring. The Fizzler strikes again. Bill offers up a phenomenal and vexing question about all these “contracts.” Finally, the fellas engage in what can only be described as a series of misguided “Who would they plays.”

The fellas are rounding off the rough edges this week with some 120 grit fun! Dikembe Motombo politely requests that you cease bringing what you have, into his general area. White Chocolate is no murderer. Bill introduces a new title to Matt's numbers segment (with a jingle to soon follow... joy of joys), and it goes just how you'd expect. Roma continues to meander throughout the office. George, who is never not stating the obvious, is nervous about talking to the cops. Ricky's calculated and studied assessment of the CPD, “they're stupid.” “Inured to it” understandably, gets cut. The truth is the easiest thing to remember. Dave, you can just stop at “deadbeats.” The fellas carefully reminisce about the oddity and ubiquity of the polish-joke structure. Bill brings a dandy quote for the corner and shocking no one at all, Matt makes it mostly about him.

Is there too much Ricky on the podcast? Perhaps, but Zumbo don't care. The new, upstart streaming service, Holo needs the fellas to provide some of their trademark mediocre content. Elia Kazan gets spontaneously ushered into the quote corner. This episode goes out to Brad “the rad” Lohaus. How would George fare selling insurance? Ricky forgets for a moment that Williamson is a shit-head. Matt is not friends with any hit-men, to his knowledge. It's really up to all of us to decide what exactly Mitch and Murray are going to shit. Williamson seems overly concerned with Ricky going out just hours after a robbery. Ricky might have an impulse to choke out George. The boys get overly emotional at altitude. Matt likes to prep for his fun but don't ever ask to borrow his Sharpie. Bill tries to zero in on a James Mason impression. Romaville ideas continue to flow like Cutty. Liev Shcrieber joins Elia Kazan in the quote corner. The boys hit for the cycle and get to all 4 jingles this week, which makes award-winning songwriter Bill very happy.