Susan’s not doing a very good job of containing her excitement. She makes a beeline from the faculty workroom to Mr. Moore’s classroom to hear the good news right from the horse’s ass.
Blabber Bull
So: is Bull really this stupid and clueless? Or does he enjoy being a shit-disturber?
Where does he come up with the “new address: Splitsville” line? Does he watch Access: Hollywood? Is there no suitable sports analogy, like “Les and Cayla’s romance is on the 15-day DL”? Susan’s initial reaction to the “Splitsville” news is studiously casual, but when Bull goes on to mention the “movie deal” she nearly loses it: she’s all lines-flying-from-the-head, triangle-mouthed, and making that hand-to-the-bosom gesture like Blondie. Bull suddenly remembers he’s been told to keep this news to himself. “Nuts”, he says (second time in a week TB’s invoked that old-timey expression), and “nuts” is what Susan surely is about to go…
Got Your Numbnuts
In the aftermath of the Les-pocalypse, jilted Cayla confides in Linda over coffee in the faculty workroom. Linda takes the opportunity to entice Cayla into a lesbian affair, but her overture is immediately interrupted when husband Bull arrives on the scene. Linda sheepishly reverts to the role of doting wife, and Bull responds with, what else, a sports-themed quip. And um, one doesn’t retire one’s own number, the team does.
Swing and a Miss
If these two dopes would just say what’s on their minds…but no, it’s much more melodramatic to have them be unable to express their feelings like adults.
The ship of narrative has lost its rudder. TB spends two years setting up the Les/Cayla thing before allowing them to consummate their relationship, only to have them agree to “take a break” a few weeks later. Props to Cayla for finally showing some backbone; negative props for following that up with an internal “one more chance”.
Pulp Friction
Today, with their auras still aglow, Les and Cayla have progressed (regressed?) from “thought-ballooning” to tortured body language. For the sake of realism, I’ve replaced their panel 3 exchange with this classic dialogue from Pulp Fiction (NSFW).