The IRS has released me from the shackles of tax filing deadlines! Sorry this is late. I want to say right out front -
this episode rocked my socks - or rather my fuzzy slippers. That long hiatus was torture, but it's over and I have a
feeling the rest of the season is going to be Nirvana TW style.
Hey, it's Sasha! Haven't seen her in a while. I didn't really miss her though.
Sasha: Captain, I get the automatic thirty. I know it's a matter of policy, but to not get to tell my side of what
happened?
So, if she understands she's supposed to get an "automatic thirty", but she still wants to try to get out of it? Don't
pout. Last time I checked "automatic" meant it happened no matter what. Geez! She lives with a three year old,
but she leaves a gun unlocked in a duffle bag? I mean, yeah, she was gonna get her freak on with CrazyDoc, but
still there's a KID in the household. What a moron. Sorry that's been ready to bubble out since "No More,
Forever."
That attorney guy needs to stop gesturing to Ty when he suggests that she needs a nice night out. I mean, come on.
He's like three feet taller than her!
Bosco! Lookin' so scrumptious with that hot hot hair! Why's he being so nice to her? All she does is annoy him
and talk bad about him.
Carlos: Have they invited us back in yet?
Holly: Yeah, a week ago.
Carlos: What? No one told me!
Walsh: It was so much funnier watchin' ya freeze your ass off.
Poor Carlos. He's gotta admit that was pretty good. I love DK. Always good for the one liner.
Levine: What is that?
I'll tell you Holly. It's a greasy guy getting out of a skanky girls car. Carlos is talking about freezing his thermals off
and she's barely wearing any clothes at all. Someone needs to check the Weather Channel before heading out to
face the day.
Hart: John David Hart, reporting for duty, sir. Friends call me JD.
LT!! Walsh: You seem rested and ready, John David.
OH! Burn! Good one LIEUTENANT!! Finally the right man for the job.
