In which our heroes talk results, regrets, and rejoicements in relation to the Academy Awards, name-drop Scorcese like it’ll get ‘em laid, struggle to remember Illeana Douglas’ name, reminisce about celebrity sightings and marvel over the need of the famous to eat, crack on “Krull”, ruminate on the men they’d concede to being rump-wrangled by, reveal the secret origin of Mos’ middle initial, talk mysticism, Indian fakirs and Jesus’ junk, bitch about why “In Search Of…” would never work in the age of the internet, discuss Mos’ directorial aspirations, and unmask Kev’s deepest shame (of the week).