You get some chick screeching at the top of her lungs, flailing around like a crazed octopus at the pair of pix — her baby and ostensibly da baby-daddy — up on the Big Screen…
“Look, Murray! Murray… Murray… look! Lookit the eyes, lookit the haid, lookit the mouf! They twins! How he deny his baby?? They both got the same big haid! Look!”
She “a thousand percent sure!”. Uh-huh.
And the audience is happily cheering her along.
And meanwhile, they’re:
And I’m like, “Uhhhhh, wait… what??”.
Of course, the results are in, and it’s invariably, “Antonio, you are not the father…”.
And then the chick runs backstage and flops around on the floor like a freshly-landed fish.
just like a Soap Opera, i was not familiar with all the characters
and their history. it took a while for me to understand what the show
was all about, so i guess i missed a lot of the plot and therefore missed
some good reasons for me to watch any more episodes.
Both statements are true. Kinda like Avengers: Endgame, where at the funeral, many moviegoers teared up at one point, but some of my friends “scoffed” and couldn’t believe anyone could get that emotional about it…
(Hint: it was something a little girl said, related to an earlier movie…but I wouldn’t start over just for that)
Anyhoo, the series it definitely worth seeing from the beginning.