Ray doesn’t think I should be a model. Humanity doesn’t think I should act.
For those who do not remember Booth from last season, he met Marnie at a party at her art gallery while Marnie was still dating that poor sap, Charlie. The two hung out all night and Booth almost moved in for a kiss before telling Marnie “If I scare you, it’s only because I’m a man and I know how to get things done”.
In similar fashion this season, he attempts to make good on his promise, as he propositions Marnie with “how long has been since you last had sex?” She replies with “who do you think I am?” and he responds with a quick “you look like someone who is about to have sex with me”. Marnie, who is on the express train to complete collapse of her life, decides to make a quick stopover at the Lonely Island stop this week, as she leaves the club with him.
Does she know I’m a man who gets things done? I once JIMP’d when Meadow Soprano asked me if I was paying by cash or credit
That’s right, she leaves the club. Presumably, she is still in the middle of her shift, and that one gentleman had just asked for a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc, and she leaves. This is why people think Millennials have a poor work ethic. It is not like she is a valued employee. For all we know, this was her first day on the job.
Is this a replica of the house in which you wrote your masterpiece, “Jizz In My Pants”?
Marnie, who has already referred to Booth’s work as derivative when she first sees him earlier in the evening, is shown around his apartment/studio. Booth shows her a doll house inspired by real violent acts committed by children, then escorts her to the “best work he has ever done”. Booth proceeds to lock Marnie in a tower of televisions. I was half expecting the TVs to play “Jizz In My Pants” on a constant loop, as this is the best thing that Jorma Taccone has ever done. However, it’s a bunch of horrible images of children in agony and maggots and the like, all sound tracked by Duncan Sheik’s “Barely Breathing”, which is arguably the most agonizing part of this art installation.
The unbearable torture of being forced to listen to Duncan Sheik
When she emerges from the tower, Marnie calls his work genius and then agrees to sleep with him, as she is face down on the bed with Booth on top of her, pumping away. Apparently, that whole speech about being a man and knowing how to get things done works on twenty-somethings because they’re still idiots. Marnie didn’t seem to be enjoying herself, but played along to the point of describing the reactions of the doll in Booth’s bedroom as he thrust away. This is why that older man-younger woman dynamic appears in pop culture so often, because the emotional aptitude of a thirty-something man is nearly on par with a twenty-something woman.