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Ep207 We Jumped the Shark (Tank)

11/08/13 Season 2 TV-PG L

Debbie loves Shark Tank. (Who doesn’t, right? Right?) Her dream is to appear on the show to pitch one of her business ideas. So Jackie pulls a few strings, hacks a few computers, tells a few lies and gets Debbie on the show! She just has to pretend she’s a veteran set for redeployment who’s been through a tornado, a hurricane, and dialysis. So this should be a breeze.

Abby’s practicing for a dance event. Amber, somewhat shockingly touched by the sight of her little sister crying, decides to help Abby out. It turns out -- again, somewhat shockingly -- that Amber was a dance champ when she was younger. Can she help Abby out without taking it too far?

Marty’s been playing his online video game to the detriment of just about everything else. He’s had it up to here with his nemesis -- who turns out to be Dick.

Memorable Quotes:

Debbie: It’s just Abby’s juice pouch for me. You know, what if you lined your purse with this stuff? And then you poured wine into it, made your purse a wine pouch?
Jackie: That’s actually genius.
Larry: Also possibly an indication of a larger drinking problem.

Marty: Sorry, honey.
Debbie:
Just felt like I was getting so close to my dream.
Larry: Indeed. Your failures must feel redundant at some point.

Amber: Meet me down in the garage, first thing tomorrow morning. At noon. Ish.

Marty: I’m about to slay a level 8 elf king.
Debbie: I’m about to hire a level 9 divorce lawyer.

Larry: Oh, no. You get progressively worse with every try. You’re like M. Night Shyamalan.

Debbie: Hello, sharks. I’m Webby Dever. No, wait --
Kevin O’Leary: I’m out.

Marty: You had no idea it was me you were killing again and again and again?
Dick: No. In fact, it was so easy I thought I was killing some sort of learning disabled toddler.

Debbie loves Shark Tank. (Who doesn’t, right? RIGHT?) Her dream is to appear on the show to pitch

one of her business ideas. So Jackie pulls a few strings, hacks a few computers, tells a few lies and gets

Debbie on the show! She just has to pretend she’s a veteran set for redeployment who’s been through a

tornado, a hurricane, and dialysis. So this should be a breeze.

Abby’s practicing for a dance event. Amber, somewhat shockingly touched by the sight of her little sister

crying, decides to help Abby out. It turns out -- again, somewhat shockingly -- that Amber was a dance

champ when she was younger. Can she help Abby out without taking it too far?

Marty’s been playing his online video game to the detriment of just about everything else. He’s had it up

to here with his nemesis -- who turns out to be Dick.

Memorable Quotes:

Debbie: It’s just Abby’s juice pouch for me. You know, what if you lined your purse with this stuff? And

then you poured wine into it, made your purse a wine pouch?

Jackie: That’s actually genius.

Larry: Also possibly an indication of a larger drinking problem.

Marty: Sorry, honey.

Debbie: Just felt like I was getting so close to my dream.

Larry: Indeed. Your failures must feel redundant at some point.

Amber: Meet me down in the garage, first thing tomorrow morning. At noon. Ish.

Marty: I’m about to slay a level 8 elf king.

Debbie: I’m about to hire a level 9 divorce lawyer.

Larry: Oh, no. You get progressively worse with every try. You’re like M. Night Shyamalan.

Debbie: Hello, sharks. I’m Webby Dever. No, wait --

Kevin O’Leary: I’m out.

Marty: You had no idea it was me you were killing again and again and again?

Dick: No. In fact, it was so easy I thought I was killing some sort of learning disabled toddler.

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