Rocco stumbles upon The Client List and become transfixed by the awful acting and even more awful storylines. Upon realizing that he is not aware of the premise of the show, I convince him to keep watching...
Rocco: So she's a happy ending masseuse?
Me: Yup.
Rocco: Do her coworkers know she's doing that?
Me: Yeah, they all do it.
Rocco: She works at a rub and tug?!
Rocco: So he has an affair with this lady, and has a kid with her...but he still has to have her phone number written down on a piece of paper in his hoodie?
Rocco: Cybil Sheperd does Lifetime movies now?
Rocco: So she just happens to have a client who also had his love disappear? Come on. That's retarded.
Rocco: Oh! And she looked up [the client's missing ex] for him! (snorts)
(more incredulous snorting noises)
Rocco, to the "madam" of the massage parlor, who is telling Jennifer Love Hewitt to confront her husband's mistress: What the fuck are you talking about? You think you can just come up to someone and she'll be like 'oh you're his wife? Yeah I'm fucking your husband! Want some crackers?'
Rocco, again, to the madam: Knowledge is power? You work at a rub and tug! Shoot for them stars! It's good to have goals.
Rocco: I swear in every scene she looks like she's constipated and needs to take a shit real bad. Look at her face. (pauses it on J.Love's close up) Look, baby. (as J.Love) 'There's a gas bubble coming out of my butt!'
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