Listen along with the Again With This podcast on "Who's Zoomin' Who?" while you give yourself a little weave, honey -- just for fun!
You think that a t-shirt with "Babie" on it is inappropriate for a college student...
...and then you see Donna gazing at the tiny pumpkin she's cradling like it's the latest new character from Sanrio. Yeah, she's a baby.
In case you were wondering, Bitchface O'Mullet still hasn't come around on Ray.
The unbuttoned button fly has become epidemic!
It's a helmet hair summit! Right there in front of the stupid sponge-painted wall!
Clare and David regard Donna's verbal fumblings with Griffin in pretty much exactly the same way we did.
As they should, because this creep took Donna up in a PLANE to compliment her on her PERFECT BODY TEMPERATURE.
Clare: you're perfect, never change. And never stop making fart noises at Ray.
That would have been a better use of your time than Watermelon Night.
Look at that scrawn: David should be coming over to the apartment for Buttered Cinnamon Roll Night.
Hello, handcuffs!
When you're presenting yourself for a first sexual encounter with a "marital aid," DEFINITELY put a t-shirt on first.
Donna didn't get to pack a change of clothes for Catalina Island, but she did bring her STUFF.
This is not the ideal posture in which to be found by your ex?
But once again, David's exasperated expression stands in for our own.
And I guess Clare's room is in the middle of the apartment if he didn't hear a one-ton pumpkin (or five regular-sized pumpkins) smashing on the deck below?
Donna's exaggeratedly balletic posing is for the benefit of unseen photographers for a Sears catalogue, we assume.
Here is the best frame, all ready for you to use as your desktop wallpaper!
Without Ray in her eyeline, Kelly's got to find other stimulus to goose her bitchfaces. Fortunately for her, Jackie's trying to revive her modeling career...WITH ERIN!!!
Nice '70s b-roll of what is definitely either a modeling agency or a bathroom tile showroom.
Bitchface in the afternoon.
Bitchface after dark.
Bitchface temporarily removed. Maybe Rex the tiny-armed mom operator cheered her up!
Val experiments with a new hair part. Of course, this one also looks perfect.
Behold the Peach Pit After Dark brain trust! Four college sophomores and a guy who's almost run his business into the ground twice in the three and a half years this show has been on. Good luck, everyone.
The thought of taking out a home equity loan apparently makes Dylan very itchy.
Val is generally a good liar, but when she's obvious, she's RULL obvious.
Brandon's Eyebrows Of Great Concern get deployed on behalf of Dylan, as if Brandon gives a shit about him.
Much Eyebrows.
And Brandon probably should be concerned, because Dylan looks like shiiiiiiiiiit.
Back at the Walsh house, Val's pants are way too undone for a completely non-sexual phone call.
Brandon is still under the impression that he can control Val. With braying!
And when Val ignores Brandon and tries to help Dylan on her own, Dylan does some braying of his own.
Eeeek, Vulnerable Crying Val is the worst Val yet!
Thaaaaaaat's more like it.
Even Guilty Val is better than Sobbing Val.
DYLAN-PUNCHING STEVE IS THE BEST STEEEEEEEVE!