We can deal with Scott Fowler later. Lets look at Marjie Ducie’s funky accessories: wrestling shoes, ankle socks and a big funky ass handbag that looks like the one Ruth Buzzi used to slap Arte Johnson with on Laugh-in (or the Milford Star couldn’t spring for a digital recorder and makes her haul around an old fashion reel to reel tape recorder with a shoulder strap.)
“Your leading scored – Scott Fowler. Will you autograph my toilet paper square, leading scorer Scott Fowler?”
“I know I’ve told you about the peacock and I told you ’bout the swans, that they live in the park.”
“What’s that, Boo?”
“Oh, nothing. Hey watch out! You might step in some fresh peacock news.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Sorry, I just think that the peacock is my brother Jay-bird, who used to HRAAK a lot, climb trees and shit on parked cars.”
So, Fowler genuinely feels this way? Okaaaay. Let’s enjoy the weird lighting and inside the car perspective reminiscent of Mary Worth and Dr. Jeff driving home from the Bum Boat.