Calling your fledgling writer an "Uncle Tom" + telling him that he's obsessed with white people, while also offering the handy tip that "writing rules" = makes it all better.
Stalking someone just short of getting tasered + getting trapped on a roof + magic tricks = Twue Wub.
Getting a business associate's daughter drunk off her ass + namecalling = hail mary business deal (of course, I still actually like Jack).
Lying about the sitcom contrivances of blowing off a date + making sure your intended sweetie knows her pay grade place = date for Sunday!
Live snakes + (anything) = no good.
Insulting your date on her night + obsessing about who she's sleeping with (or wanting to sleep with) + inability to tell a joke (not to mention write a decent one that we've actually seen) + flirting drunkenly with Pussycat Doll skank = relationship finally over (hey, at least one of 'em, other than the snakes, of course, felt real).
It's only the great affection I feel for the actors (Perry, Weber, Paulson, Busfield and Davis in particular) and one character (Jack) that keeps me from formulating another equation: Occasionally witty dialogue + likeable actors – believable situations + contrived circumstances + hamfisted moral/political lectures masquerading as conversations + beyond silly romantic entanglements = delete from Season Pass.
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