“He’ll take disillusionment and disenchantment for three-hundred, please.”
What the heck Danny Glover, you can’t pick categories for other contestants, I think to myself.
“What the heck Danny Glover, you can’t pick categories for other contestants.” Trebek echoes. “Dead Abe Vigoda, please pick a category.” Dead Abe Vigoda, propped up with thick shafts of bamboo, says nothing.