Wild Life (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Zook Club - full transcript
Debbie takes over Glenn's beloved book club.
- So for me, it was
the unflinching eye
- with which the author
- interrogated
Themes of mortality while
blending in observational wit
sharp enough to cut this
Manchego.
That had me sit up and go,
"Hmm?"
- Could I open the wine now,
or were you gonna say
some more stuff?
- Well, I was hoping
- to open it up
- For a discussion, but...
- Oh, oh, oh, oh!
- Yes!
- Hudson?
Is there more dip?
- Did you guys even read
- the book?
- Or are you just here
- for the crudités?
- Who the hell's "Cruditay"?
That guy?
- "That guy" is Dr. Geraldine
Waters-Mangool,
- author of this week's
- selection,
"A Remembrance Of Our
Father's Daughters."
Again, thank you for gracing
our salon, doctor.
- Okay, what's all this?
- Ah, sorry, Deb.
- Yeah, we're just wrappin' up
- here.
- Wrappin' what up?
- I was just walking by and
- heard someone say
"crudités."
- Oh, that's just for book club
- members only.
- A club?
And this is the first
I'm hearing of it?
- That's odd.
- The invites do go out weekly.
- Huh.
So I can have the crudités?
- Book club is a weekly
- gathering
- For lovers of literature
- to discuss
Fiction, nonfiction,
and yes...
sometimes poetry.
- And always wine!
- Thank you, Martin.
Yes, libations are fun.
That's a small part of it.
- All rights reserved including
- the right to reproduce
- This book in portions thereof
- in any form is strictly...
This is boring as fuck.
- Well, that's just
- the copyright page.
- Whatever.
I bet I could write something
better than this garbage.
- Next time, I'll bring a book
- everyone can really
Sink their teeth into.
Mine.
- Then you'll have to let me
- into your stupid club.
- I mean,
- you could just show up.
- And bring more crudités.
Extra ranch.
- Hmm.
- And I don't wanna be a dick.
- Mm.
- I don't!
- But the platter is for book
- club members only.
- Well...
- Though, I don't blame Debbie
For wanting some.
It's damn good "cru" if I
"dités" so myself.
- Huh, I didn't know you had
- a club for books.
- Does no one get my
invitations?
- So...
- what's the next book you're
- reading?
- Oh, you're gonna love this.
Debby says she's gonna
write one, but I...
- Huh?
- What?
- I'm in!
- Oh, my God. I'm in.
I am so in.
- Do you know how hard it is
- to write a book?
- Not when you've lived the life
- Debbie has.
Man, I can't wait
for book club!
- Now, I know drinking's
- a big part of it.
Is it a "BYOB" situation,
or...?
- Puh-lease.
There is literally zero chance
Deb will write a word
let alone an entire book
in a week.
- "The end."
Not bad for a day's work!
Billy Boy!
Bind this and fire up
the printing press.
Oh, and here.
Jacket me.
So, what did you think?
Be brutally honest.
- I...
loved it!
Now is it fiction,
nonfiction, or...
poetry?
- All of the above.
And a little from behind.
- Where do you get your
inspiration?
- What?!
- You read it, Hudson?
- Oh.
- You didn't?
Hmm...
- Well, I mean...
- I started to.
But then I got sidetracked
coming up with some book
options for next week
that would spark some actually
stimulating conversation.
- Stimulating?
- Yeah, someone def didn't read
- chapter seven.
- Is it too late?
- Did I miss it?
- Aw, shoot.
- Yeah, we're actually just
- wrappin' up here.
- But next week we're gonna be
- reading something
That I've selected.
- Guys! We're not too late!
Book club, baby!
Now make way for the té!
- Great book, Deb.
Even better book club.
- Um, actually,
- it's my book club.
- Glenn, there you are!
- So I've got a bunch of ideas of
- how to make this book club...
How do I put this politely...
not the fucking worst?
- Mm, yeah.
- Cool.
- That's cool.
- Yeah, look.
- I appreciate your input,
- I really do,
- But I think book club should go
- back to what it was.
A carefully curated list
of books, chosen by me!
- Ooh, a guest list.
That's a great idea, Glenn.
Keep out the riffraffs.
Like that ostrich?
Yawn!
- Martin was the first one
to join book club!
- And he's killin' the vibe,
- Glenn.
- You're killing the vibe,
- Debbie!
And book club along with it!
I'm sorry, but it's the truth.
- Oh, because people actually
show up and like it now?
- Do you even have
a favorite book?
I mean a real book!
Name one single author!
Nope, you can't say yourself.
- Easy.
Dr. Geraldine Waters-Mangool.
Owe you a blurb, Dr. G!
Listen, Glenn.
This club is blowin' up,
so you can get on board, or...
Fuck the fuck off!
- Grr!
I just feel like I'm losing
control of book club.
Maybe I should bring
extra ranch next week.
- Ugh, that sounds
really hard, Glenn.
- It is.
It really is.
- Ah, I shouldn't even be buggin'
- you with this stuff.
- I mean, you can't even join
- book club,
What with water and books not
really meshing well
- like you're always telling me
- over and over.
- Yeah, I wish they did, but...
oof.
- Well, thank you, - Marn.
This made me feel so much
better.
- Just nice to have someone
- on my side.
- Of course.
- Feel better, Glenn.
- Okay, he's gone.
Book club, commence!
- I don't see why we don't just
combine book clubs?
- Look, I love Glenn.
But book club Glenn?
Oof.
- Whew!
- Hot tea.
- Aah!
- This is crazy.
What are we doing?
Mmm.
- Tonight is gonna be a real
page-turner.
- I'm so glad we combined
book clubs!
- Best club ever!
What's black and white and red
all over?
Me!
Ha-ha!
Welcome to book club.
- Aah!
- Hey!
- Get in line, freckles.
- I started this book club,
for God sakes!
- Fuckboy, comma, cheetah.
Yeah, I'm not seeing it.
Back of the line.
- Ah, yes!
- Look!
You can ask Martin!
- Martin! Martin!
- Huh?
- Come tell him you know me.
- Hmm...
- Martin!
- Ohh?
- Vibe-killing traitor.
- Hey!
No hopping in line!
I've been here for hours!
- Don't you know how
- book club works?
- Ha, ha, ha!
- Do I!
- It's a forum for discussing
- your favorite
Fiction, nonfiction,
and sometimes poetry...
Not getting loaded and hanging
out with your friends!
- I dunno, it sounds a lot like
- every book club I've been to.
- Dyahh!
- That's it!
- Where is she?!
- Hey!
- Rodney, Travis.
- We've got a stray.
- All right, spotted jack.
- Gah!
- Let's go.
- Aha, fellas!
We have a classic
- misunderstanding
- on our hands here.
- Oy, mate.
- Did you not hear my lad
- right here?
Is he having a giraffe?
- Oop, no, no, no.
- There's no need to get
- physical.
I will leave of my own
volition.
- This fellow's on
my last nerve.
Think we have to lay aims?
- Oy, Travis.
- You must be a right regular
- at book club.
- Oh, yeah?
- How's that, Rodney?
- 'Cause you just read my mind.
No no no no no no!
Aah!
Ugh!
Aah...
- Ugh.
- Fine.
- Let's see what all the fuss
- is about.
Oh, shit!
Oh, shit!
Oh, shit.
- Not bad, is it?
I mean,
- It's no "Remembrance
- Of Our Father's Daughters",
But hey.
I'm a little biased.
- Dr. Geraldine
Waters-Mangool?!
What are you doing here?
- Glenn, I've been
to many book clubs.
They all start with the noblest
intentions, but...
in the end, they all crumble
like dusty old tombs.
- Aww, I was reading that.
- They always end
for the same reason.
- Yeah, people not
appreciating books.
- Some spotted dick just
wanting to hear the sound
of their own damn voice.
- Wait, what?
- Oh, come on, Glenn.
You don't really want a
"forum for discussion."
You just want a space
to bloviate.
- Bloviate.
- God, you really are
- a great writer.
I mean, that's not...
entirely true.
- Ah, you remind me of Francis
and her bridge club
in my second novel...
"Remembrance Of
Our Cousin's Dentists."
- She just wanted to create
- an environment
Where she could be the expert
for once.
- And... what happened
to Francis?
- Well, when that wag-tail
Rutherford started
the bridge society, she started
something new:
a vintners club.
- Of course, she drowned in a vat
- of double barrel...
Wait.
You never read
my second novel?!
You really are
full of shit!
- Aaaaaaah!
Gyahh!
Epiphany!
- Ah, yes.
And so for me,
it's the floral aroma
blended with that cinnamon bite
that brings this one to life
and makes me go...
Mmm.
- I like to add a cheeky touch
of spice.
- Can we get more cookies,
- please?
Good to be back to normal.
What's so wrong with a little
harmless bloviation anyway?
- Who's bloviating who now?
A tea club?
And no one told me?
Ugh, let me get my dang herbs.
- Oh, and we should start
calling it "The Wet Tea Club."
It'll make sense later.
the unflinching eye
- with which the author
- interrogated
Themes of mortality while
blending in observational wit
sharp enough to cut this
Manchego.
That had me sit up and go,
"Hmm?"
- Could I open the wine now,
or were you gonna say
some more stuff?
- Well, I was hoping
- to open it up
- For a discussion, but...
- Oh, oh, oh, oh!
- Yes!
- Hudson?
Is there more dip?
- Did you guys even read
- the book?
- Or are you just here
- for the crudités?
- Who the hell's "Cruditay"?
That guy?
- "That guy" is Dr. Geraldine
Waters-Mangool,
- author of this week's
- selection,
"A Remembrance Of Our
Father's Daughters."
Again, thank you for gracing
our salon, doctor.
- Okay, what's all this?
- Ah, sorry, Deb.
- Yeah, we're just wrappin' up
- here.
- Wrappin' what up?
- I was just walking by and
- heard someone say
"crudités."
- Oh, that's just for book club
- members only.
- A club?
And this is the first
I'm hearing of it?
- That's odd.
- The invites do go out weekly.
- Huh.
So I can have the crudités?
- Book club is a weekly
- gathering
- For lovers of literature
- to discuss
Fiction, nonfiction,
and yes...
sometimes poetry.
- And always wine!
- Thank you, Martin.
Yes, libations are fun.
That's a small part of it.
- All rights reserved including
- the right to reproduce
- This book in portions thereof
- in any form is strictly...
This is boring as fuck.
- Well, that's just
- the copyright page.
- Whatever.
I bet I could write something
better than this garbage.
- Next time, I'll bring a book
- everyone can really
Sink their teeth into.
Mine.
- Then you'll have to let me
- into your stupid club.
- I mean,
- you could just show up.
- And bring more crudités.
Extra ranch.
- Hmm.
- And I don't wanna be a dick.
- Mm.
- I don't!
- But the platter is for book
- club members only.
- Well...
- Though, I don't blame Debbie
For wanting some.
It's damn good "cru" if I
"dités" so myself.
- Huh, I didn't know you had
- a club for books.
- Does no one get my
invitations?
- So...
- what's the next book you're
- reading?
- Oh, you're gonna love this.
Debby says she's gonna
write one, but I...
- Huh?
- What?
- I'm in!
- Oh, my God. I'm in.
I am so in.
- Do you know how hard it is
- to write a book?
- Not when you've lived the life
- Debbie has.
Man, I can't wait
for book club!
- Now, I know drinking's
- a big part of it.
Is it a "BYOB" situation,
or...?
- Puh-lease.
There is literally zero chance
Deb will write a word
let alone an entire book
in a week.
- "The end."
Not bad for a day's work!
Billy Boy!
Bind this and fire up
the printing press.
Oh, and here.
Jacket me.
So, what did you think?
Be brutally honest.
- I...
loved it!
Now is it fiction,
nonfiction, or...
poetry?
- All of the above.
And a little from behind.
- Where do you get your
inspiration?
- What?!
- You read it, Hudson?
- Oh.
- You didn't?
Hmm...
- Well, I mean...
- I started to.
But then I got sidetracked
coming up with some book
options for next week
that would spark some actually
stimulating conversation.
- Stimulating?
- Yeah, someone def didn't read
- chapter seven.
- Is it too late?
- Did I miss it?
- Aw, shoot.
- Yeah, we're actually just
- wrappin' up here.
- But next week we're gonna be
- reading something
That I've selected.
- Guys! We're not too late!
Book club, baby!
Now make way for the té!
- Great book, Deb.
Even better book club.
- Um, actually,
- it's my book club.
- Glenn, there you are!
- So I've got a bunch of ideas of
- how to make this book club...
How do I put this politely...
not the fucking worst?
- Mm, yeah.
- Cool.
- That's cool.
- Yeah, look.
- I appreciate your input,
- I really do,
- But I think book club should go
- back to what it was.
A carefully curated list
of books, chosen by me!
- Ooh, a guest list.
That's a great idea, Glenn.
Keep out the riffraffs.
Like that ostrich?
Yawn!
- Martin was the first one
to join book club!
- And he's killin' the vibe,
- Glenn.
- You're killing the vibe,
- Debbie!
And book club along with it!
I'm sorry, but it's the truth.
- Oh, because people actually
show up and like it now?
- Do you even have
a favorite book?
I mean a real book!
Name one single author!
Nope, you can't say yourself.
- Easy.
Dr. Geraldine Waters-Mangool.
Owe you a blurb, Dr. G!
Listen, Glenn.
This club is blowin' up,
so you can get on board, or...
Fuck the fuck off!
- Grr!
I just feel like I'm losing
control of book club.
Maybe I should bring
extra ranch next week.
- Ugh, that sounds
really hard, Glenn.
- It is.
It really is.
- Ah, I shouldn't even be buggin'
- you with this stuff.
- I mean, you can't even join
- book club,
What with water and books not
really meshing well
- like you're always telling me
- over and over.
- Yeah, I wish they did, but...
oof.
- Well, thank you, - Marn.
This made me feel so much
better.
- Just nice to have someone
- on my side.
- Of course.
- Feel better, Glenn.
- Okay, he's gone.
Book club, commence!
- I don't see why we don't just
combine book clubs?
- Look, I love Glenn.
But book club Glenn?
Oof.
- Whew!
- Hot tea.
- Aah!
- This is crazy.
What are we doing?
Mmm.
- Tonight is gonna be a real
page-turner.
- I'm so glad we combined
book clubs!
- Best club ever!
What's black and white and red
all over?
Me!
Ha-ha!
Welcome to book club.
- Aah!
- Hey!
- Get in line, freckles.
- I started this book club,
for God sakes!
- Fuckboy, comma, cheetah.
Yeah, I'm not seeing it.
Back of the line.
- Ah, yes!
- Look!
You can ask Martin!
- Martin! Martin!
- Huh?
- Come tell him you know me.
- Hmm...
- Martin!
- Ohh?
- Vibe-killing traitor.
- Hey!
No hopping in line!
I've been here for hours!
- Don't you know how
- book club works?
- Ha, ha, ha!
- Do I!
- It's a forum for discussing
- your favorite
Fiction, nonfiction,
and sometimes poetry...
Not getting loaded and hanging
out with your friends!
- I dunno, it sounds a lot like
- every book club I've been to.
- Dyahh!
- That's it!
- Where is she?!
- Hey!
- Rodney, Travis.
- We've got a stray.
- All right, spotted jack.
- Gah!
- Let's go.
- Aha, fellas!
We have a classic
- misunderstanding
- on our hands here.
- Oy, mate.
- Did you not hear my lad
- right here?
Is he having a giraffe?
- Oop, no, no, no.
- There's no need to get
- physical.
I will leave of my own
volition.
- This fellow's on
my last nerve.
Think we have to lay aims?
- Oy, Travis.
- You must be a right regular
- at book club.
- Oh, yeah?
- How's that, Rodney?
- 'Cause you just read my mind.
No no no no no no!
Aah!
Ugh!
Aah...
- Ugh.
- Fine.
- Let's see what all the fuss
- is about.
Oh, shit!
Oh, shit!
Oh, shit.
- Not bad, is it?
I mean,
- It's no "Remembrance
- Of Our Father's Daughters",
But hey.
I'm a little biased.
- Dr. Geraldine
Waters-Mangool?!
What are you doing here?
- Glenn, I've been
to many book clubs.
They all start with the noblest
intentions, but...
in the end, they all crumble
like dusty old tombs.
- Aww, I was reading that.
- They always end
for the same reason.
- Yeah, people not
appreciating books.
- Some spotted dick just
wanting to hear the sound
of their own damn voice.
- Wait, what?
- Oh, come on, Glenn.
You don't really want a
"forum for discussion."
You just want a space
to bloviate.
- Bloviate.
- God, you really are
- a great writer.
I mean, that's not...
entirely true.
- Ah, you remind me of Francis
and her bridge club
in my second novel...
"Remembrance Of
Our Cousin's Dentists."
- She just wanted to create
- an environment
Where she could be the expert
for once.
- And... what happened
to Francis?
- Well, when that wag-tail
Rutherford started
the bridge society, she started
something new:
a vintners club.
- Of course, she drowned in a vat
- of double barrel...
Wait.
You never read
my second novel?!
You really are
full of shit!
- Aaaaaaah!
Gyahh!
Epiphany!
- Ah, yes.
And so for me,
it's the floral aroma
blended with that cinnamon bite
that brings this one to life
and makes me go...
Mmm.
- I like to add a cheeky touch
of spice.
- Can we get more cookies,
- please?
Good to be back to normal.
What's so wrong with a little
harmless bloviation anyway?
- Who's bloviating who now?
A tea club?
And no one told me?
Ugh, let me get my dang herbs.
- Oh, and we should start
calling it "The Wet Tea Club."
It'll make sense later.