Some Shite To Remember
Steve's not the only one who thinks the Visual Aids for Beverly Hills, 90210 S03.E27 might call for an extra bottle.
Make a toast to these Visual Aids with the accompanying Again With This podcast!
Canada's own Shawn Levy, director of Night At The Museum, pretends he knows what a prize pullet is.
Mazzone Bakery's own bishop's loaf pretends he knows what a mirror is.
We would have graciously ignored the entire murder of crow's feet in this shot BUT Ohhhhhndrea had just referred to herself as a "graduating senior." Forgot a word there, Nana.
"We hate each other. What should we do?" "I know, let's chew with our mouths open!"
Brandon, "pretty liberal guy," with the year-too-late didn't-inhale "joke."
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The only thing that could make Felice's jacket more obviously a Thanksgiving-table runner is if she'd fashioned a tiny gourd into a brooch.
An outfit that would eat anyone else alive is no problemo for Jordan Bonner.
Way too much makeup for bedtime, girl. Take your ass to the bathroom and Sea Breeze that mug.
Brenda's body language is a "fuck no" in need of a question. (So are her jeans, which have just made licensed GYNs out of us all yet again.)
Nothing says "cool teacher" like lettin' 'em have class on the lawn. Just ask Horthawne!
What's with the bitchfacing? Was everyone under the impression prior to this non-nouncement that the school district would be serving the alcohol, versus forbidding it UNDER THE LAW?
Looks like Cindy fit a doctor's appointment into her afternoon of prom-dress shopping with Bren.
Like Maxxinista, like daughter.
Jackie in yet another vest dickey. The only thing awesomer than these silky wonders themselves is how thoroughly Ann Gillespie owns them and the matching door-knocker Mandee earrings.
Tara thinks this is a Kylie Jenner lip. Sarah thinks it's an homage to Tori Spelling's apparent "stuff" spirit animal, Lucille Ball. But we both agree that if you're going to go with that funereal a shade for prom, you should at least color inside the lines.
Because a cross that aggressively large will imprison Donna's hymen in a pane of glass like Zod and his henchpeople in Superman II.
Maybe Donna actually had a concussion from hitting her head on this five-foot-five-inch ceiling a bunch of times?
Nah, impossible. Not with this crunchy octopulmet guarding her noggin.
"Gentlemen: to barfing."
Kelly remembers that raisins are the official fruit of Again With This with a dress that makes her bazooms look like them.
Flawless coiffure, however.
Brenda's tank top.
"I, leader of The Gang, have arrived; the festivities may now begin with the ceremonial come-here-go-away Bran-handling of Ohhhhhndrea."
Which, if we may say so, acting SAG President G. Carteris has earned thanks to these great-looking boobs.
Love that Brandon is barely visible in the back of this group shot...but is still visibly braying.
Tori Spelling isn't going to out-Streep Streep ever, but she's a pro with the tipsiness.
Cathy Dennis's terrible outfit...
...and unforgivable former bangs. It's called a crown braid, professional entertainer. Pay someone to do one.
But she's not the only one having some tonsorial issues. Behold the ultra-'90s pointed down curls:
And the Sydney Opera Ass:
And the scaffold:
Could you make it any weirder, Brenda? (Spoiler: sure could.)
...Okay, this is actually kind of funny.
Aw, love that one. Jennifer Grant seems not to have heard that patter in rehearsal; that's an adorably genuine reaction.
Shut up, Brandon.
This is where David should have started looking for a back entrance. ("THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!")
IRL there's no way Donna gets through this Fortress Of Mirrortude minefield of symbolic mirrors without stopping to blork into that plant.
"Not the shout-out I was really expecting." -- the second hair assistant in charge of the hot rollers.
Oh, Ohhhhhndrea. He only wants to know he could Do It with you...
...not to actually Do It.
No idea what's going on with that face, but if it's signaling that Gil's a shit chaperone: seconded.
David, make yourself useful and "support" Donna's boobs here, please.
The [hic!], she is up.
"If nobody here thought to sneak me out through the kitchen before, could you at least yell 'cut' now so I don't have to keep writhing around like this is a warmup for the 'Strike The Match' video?"