The Beverly Hills, 90210 Visual Aids Are MUCH Smarter Than We Thought
But the show evidently thinks we're idiots, what with all the continuity errors and silent-movie overacting in 'Alone At The Top.'
Okay, the Again With This podcast that inspired these Visual Aids gets the message.
The illicit thrill of cheating is probably diminished somewhat by Dr. Floof's utter lack of discretion.
Shut up, Ray.
Doesn't everyone conduct business meetings in hotel rooms, in an off-the-shoulder mini-dress and sandals borrowed from Sophia Petrillo?
tfw the scene needs so many takes that the scotch rocks you asked for -- and that we saw Valerie preparing -- is now a Cutty and water.
Serving Amanda Woodward Jr. realness.
So, do you get that everyone is flabbergasted by Valerie's announcement? ARE YA SURE?!
Suck it, Ray.
The spindly fraction of a principle Steve's carrying on on behalf of is atomized by the size of his cut.
You lost, Ray, so beat it arready.
Why exactly can't Dylan just break the J in half and flush it down the toilet? It's not like the toilet can't take a significantly larger drug payload. In fact, he can send that hideous plate down the drain while he's up.
And if he's not going to get rid of it, wouldn't it make more sense to light it inside, where he 1) won't have to battle the wind, 2) won't risk getting arrested, and 3) could skip donning 15 layers against the notorious Los Angeles chill?
Nothing against Charlie in the abstract, but if he's going to encourage Dylan's "writing" aspirations, we're going to have to require that his shiny noggin get slammed in a car door.
She was in a cult, not on safari. Settle down, Props.
We kind of understood why they salted her high-school birthday parties with extras, but it's Season 5; the fiction that the gang knows anybody outside of itself (without doomed consequences, anyway) can probably be abandoned.
Because seriously, who would associate with these people when their hair is doing...whatever that is?
Kelly is bored by Brandon's brayed professions of presidential impotence, go fig.
This belt could be more complicated, we guess, if it were made of bees.
Hi, Lenny. Maybe take a step back from the door when it opens, creep.
Aw, bootlegs/mix tapes. (Kids, ask your parents.)
Hark, a clue! That points to Lenny!
See?! Totally Lenny!
Here's Lenny, whose name we've changed to Rapey R. Rapesberg, talking to a recognizable character actor for absolutely no reason! Definitely just filler until R.R. Rapesberg strikes again! By raping someone! Because he and only he does that! The raping, that is! [...sigh]