This sort of celebration of the meek is really sweet, and also contains the line, “One mustn’t always watch CSI: Cyber the night that it airs,” which might be the first truly great modern Steve line. It makes me think back to his astute observation that we got years back about Saturday Night Live and Keenan’s “What Up With That?” Contemporary Steve is good Steve as far as I’m concerned. PS: That “Please Rebel” cash box of his is just perfect characterization right there.

Meanwhile, Stan and Francine’s pointed vacation that’s actually a take down on the damages of the Olympics is not only a wonderfully bizarre distraction for the two of them, but also an exceptional Stan and Francine bonding activity. It’s not hard to imagine them having a great time on this Schadenfreude-fueled getaway. We really don’t get much of this mini-story, but it’s a plausible reason to get them out of the house.

Roger and Hailey also get to share a storyline that is just as superfluous as Stan and Francine’s vacation’s is spiteful. With Roger, I wouldn’t want to have it any other way. He and Hailey are dining at a “nouveau Fre-talian” cuisine restaurant, with Roger being convinced that he’s going to wow the waitress (the always reliable Aya Cash) with his amazing order: the tuna tartar with quail egg, the duck with pear mostarda, and a prosecco. The waitress’ dismissal of Roger of course drives him over the edge, prompting some vintage Roger narcissus as he’s determined to impress her.

I actually love Roger’s plan here, where he goes back to the restaurant with Hailey in disguise, with the two of them reversing their orders from before. There’s an uncanny logic to it, that of course when it doesn’t work, the plot begins to feel like one of the best “World Against George” stories on Seinfeld. Only Roger’s willing to cut a bitch. Or scalp, in this case.

Back at the Smith household, it doesn’t take long for Steve and company to pull off their party to great success and manage to humiliate Mertz on top of that, too! The episode takes a rather unexpected turn at this point though when a swankified version of Steve and Snot from 2040 travel through time to tell them about the dangers of the party they’re throwing. What’s a little rift in the space-time continuum on this show, right?