In which time demands its toll

In which we receive a surfeit of backstory

In which Don Quixote takes a nap

In which a big thing is done badly

In which we inadvertently get a geography lesson ourselves

In which we have no clue what The Call™ is

In which we bear witness to an afternoon delight... sort of

In which we hear voices from the ether

In which the only thing Mr. Sorkin has to do to make us happy is to come home to Rob Reiner at the end of the day

In which our ability to play nice with others is a little... rusty