Alright, alright. So, Charles Grodin had a show at the magnanimous, newish improv venue Quenchers. And it was a blast. Particularly the Cuban Reuben. TRY IT!

Our suggestion was, obviously, Elliott Gould. Now, we could tell you all about how we painted a tender portrait of Elliott Gould's son, Gerard Gould, working at Starbucks after failing as an actor. We could go into how he lost his true love when she stole his Jaguar and Elliott bedded her. We might even mention that an old high school enemy of Gerard's stopped by his place of work just to create an unholy mess of the bathroom. But instead, we just want to make this humble plea. Go watch an Elliott Gould motion picture. He's fantastic. We can only hope our performance measured up to the man in some small way.