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Here I am bothering Dried Pickle Man for some Bog Chomps on this beautiful October Tuesday, just to share with you!

He snuck onto the art table last night and I did not notice while he was there but he dropped a BIG eye crust and a bunch of hair into my purple paint!

I once sneezed back in his face (ah, allergies). I got this look in return.

- HARDISON PLAYING THE VIOLIN and ELIOT SINGING 

-  Aw, see, you made two mistakes, bro. First, you flashed that fake-ass FBI badge at me. Second, [Hardison points at Eliot] you spilled his coffee.

-  You forgot… [No]…About the true meaning…[No, don’t you say it!!] of Christmas. [My God, that barely applies here!!] Ho ho ho.

- You know what I have? I have a 24 year old genius with a smartphone and a problem with authority. You never stood a chance.

- Just the entire Rashomon job in general

- “I’m sorry it was too far away for you to punch, I’m sure that really frustrates you.”

- Parker casually hanging off a ski lift. “Help. Help.”

- “Uncomfortable with black authority.” “Sir, please don’t write that.” “I will write a letter to your mama if I feel like it.”

- Hardison: “I spent three days hacking the White House email. … We are doing some pretty hinky stuff in Pakistan.” … Eliot: “I was in Pakistan.”

- “You thought she was dressed as a nun for no reason?” “It’s Parker.” “Fair enough.”

- “Someone tricked you into bringing a briefcase full of evidence of your own crime straight to the police?”

- Eliot anchoring Parker’s rope to Hardison’s belt rather than the railing of the elevator.

- Nate: “Eliot, I’m going to ask you not to do anything violent.” Eliot: “What are you talking about? I only use violence as an appropriate response…” Sterling: “Hello Nate.” Eliot: *violence*

- Eliot getting way too into his cover as a baseball player.

- Eliot and Hardison as health inspectors in the Iranian secret police safehouse disguised as a restaurant. “I’ve gotta dock ya.” Then Eliot bumping into one of the secret police officers, shrugging apologetically, and saying “I’ve gotta dock ya” before beating him up.

- Eliot fighting multiple people behind soundproof glass while the others are totally oblivious.

- “Does this smell like chloroform to you?”

- “I didn’t even stab him!” “Yeah, we are so proud of you.”

- Eliot having a casual chat with someone he’s on a first name basis with, while they’re beating each other up.

- Sophie going undercover in a company claiming she’s there to find a mole. Actually uncovers a mole.

- A kid on a school trip walks into the room where Hardison and Nate are monitoring the situation. They explain everything that happens, giving him tips on running a con.

- Hardison and Eliot feuding over a sandwich. “I ate the damn sandwich. … If he wasn’t gonna beat my ass I’d go thank him.” *bites into sandwich*

- “Why is there a nun’s habit without a nun inside?” “…Rapture!”

- Hardison talking to the cartel boss, Eliot beating up thugs in the background, in full view of the boss, while trying to keep Hardison from noticing.

- Hardison and Chaos being excited over the Batcave. Hardison promising Eliot his own batsignal.

- “That little pretzel cart is both delicious and Interpol.”

- Hardison in the van making Eliot, who is standing in a field, do the Cha Cha Slide, then seeing Eliot’s signal moving very fast towards him. The van begins to shake.

“I have an idea.” - “Am I gonna hate it?” - “No, but I am.”

“That was the worst night of my life.” - “Come on man, you’ve been in worse situations.” - (Flashback to Eliot being forced to play Russian Roulette.) - ”No. No, that was the worst.“

Eliot and Hardison hugging it out. 

“Can I hit him?” - “Which one?” - “Either one.” - “See, it’s not just me.”

Two Good Ol’ Boys

any scene where Hardison and Parker are Agents Thomas and Hagen

whenever Agents Taggert and McSweeten get the credit for the team’s work and just run with it

“So it goes Holy Ground, ehhh the basement, Holy Ground”

The incredulous yet smug way Sterling puts together Nate’s plan at the end of the Second David Job

Hurley offering to be Nate’s AA sponsor

That one woman who refuses to get off her stationary bike during the Gone Fishing Job

OR BOTH!

1942: 

It was nice to be back in New York, Steve thought, after touring the whole country with the Star Spangled Show. Even better, once the show was done here, they were going overseas – not into combat, but at least it was a start. It made him cheer up just to think about it, and he maybe threw a little extra flair into the show every night, took a little extra time at the stage door.

“What’s your name?” he asked, crouching to get on eye-level with the little girl who had been patiently waiting behind several taller, pushier people. 

“Ruth,” she said shyly, offering him her autograph book.

“Lovely name,” he replied. “Did you like the show?”

She nodded. “I liked the dancing.” 

“You gonna be a dancer when you grow up?”

“Nuh uh,” she said. 

“What’re you gonna be?”

“A judge,” she said. 

“Yeah? You gonna make sure justice is done?”

She nodded soberly.

“Well, Ruth, you gotta study hard, you know that, right?” he asked, as he signed her book. “I expect to see you on the bench someday.”

“Thank you,” she murmured, stepping back, and another handful of kids surged around her. Cute kid. 

2012: 

Steve had always liked Civics in school, but when you had to catch up on seventy years between your last history class and the present, it could get a little overwhelming. On the other hand, celebrity was good for something; when he’d been working on memorizing the names and major cases of the Supreme Court justices, Tony had said, “Well, do you want to meet them?”

A couple of long phone calls and a few weeks later, Steve passed through a LOT of security, down a hallway, and into a courtroom; it was early in the morning, ahead of the open public hours, and the room smelled like coffee. A tiny bird of a woman in a black gown was standing in front of the seating box. 

“Captain,” she said, as he shook her hand. 

“Justice Ginsburg, right?” he asked. “It’s an honor, ma’am.”

“I feel the same,” she said, and there was something very familiar about her smile. “I wanted to get here a little earlier than everyone else, to speak to you in private.” 

He was opening his mouth, about to ask why, when she reached into a pocket of the robe and took out a battered leather book, the kind kids used to collect autographs in.

“I don’t suppose you remember, you must have signed a lot of autographs,” she said. “But back in the war, just before you left for overseas, I went to see your bond show.” 

Steve looked down. Scrawled on the page was his clumsy signature and, in slightly better lettering, To Judge Ruth. Study Hard!

He looked up at her, eyes wide. “No, I remember – I asked if you wanted to be a dancer and you said no, you were going to be a judge.”

“You were the first adult outside of my family who didn’t sneer at a girl wanting to be a judge,” she said. 

“Well,” Steve said faintly. “Guess you must have studied.”

every single thing is so over the top and extravagant

like

this woman lives in a big spooky victorian house 

she wears fantastic vintage dresses, has perfectly coiffed hair, and flawless makeup

her housemates include a gentle artist werewolf, a half-squashed sassy raccoon, a fiendish mummified cat, a furry basement monster, a helpful fridge octopus, and a mirror ghost who gives her fashion advice

she spends all day making ridiculously intricate homemade baked goods and crafts for her neighbors and dead grandma

and her boyfriend is a serial killer who murders sex offenders

For those of you unaware, the character tries several schemes to get out of the army on the grounds of being mentally unfit for service, most notably being a man who wears a dress, which no one buys. It’s played off as a joke but everyone loves him and treats him very respectfully unless it’s a character you’re not supposed to sympathise with.

You might want to call bull on the fact that they’re getting a cheap joke at a man in a dress. But, this man in a dress had a gender identity crisis ON SCREEN (although they couldn’t call it that) and also helped pave the way to allow transgender people into the armed forces.

Klinger learns a lot about fashion and sewing and seems to develop a genuine passion for it over time.

There’s even one time when he develops a psychosomantic (spelling?) rash during a short time when he has to wear his uniform. Even after it is clear that he’s not gonna get to go home by wearing dresses, he continues - suggesting either a persistent act of defiance to make him feel better, or a real appreciation of the clothes… or both!

He’s clearly coded as straight, is accepted by his peers, and his character arc and development is barely focused on his clothes (rather it focuses on what he wants to do with his life; his dream future).

Like the cross-dressing, the jokes about it are sometimes a little borderline for today’s audiences. But Klinger’s cultural identity was mentioned constantly, and consistently shown as something that he was very proud of.

There was even an episode where all the M*A*S*H peoples’ families were planning a get-together in the states, and everyone worked especially hard to make sure that Klinger’s parents - who didn’t speak any English - were welcomed and included.