Bill's worst episode yet kicks off with him swearing up and down that he found David Mamet on Twitter. Matt is appropriately skeptical. More praise from the fellas for Shelly the Machine and his sweet sales style. Back to Moss and Aaranow in the car for a bit where we learn a soggy George is among the saddest things ever to be witnessed. Roma and Shelly are playing two different sales games. The fellas rehash the difference between the Hollywood way and the Theater way. How many chocolate doughnuts does one guy need for a robbery? Matt brings the show to a screeching halt with an impromptu, vegan, high-horsey corner. Roma stops by to join in on the podcast with Bill, and Bill reacts... poorly? Apparently the boys are working on getting a guest. Matt is, again, appropriately skeptical. The fellas discuss whether or not life feels like it runs in streaks of luck. Matt has to once more explain his theory that Ricky has legit respect for Shel, and once more, Bill talks a buncha fucking nonsense, that never resolves into an actual theory. Shout out to Lionel Richie. Stay strong, Commodore. Matt exposes Bill as the smarmy, unctuous pact-breaker that he is. Listen as Bill haplessly dodges serious accusations about his abhorrent, friendship-wedge-driving behaviors, his lack of character, and his lack of any discernible sense of loyalty. Stay tuned for Bill's punishment.