Apparently all it takes to make me a show's bitch is a scene of excellent knife dancing. I've been watching My Name Is Earl all season because I love Jason Lee (and Ethan Suplee, Frankie from Boy Meets World!), and it's watchable (if not stellar like Arrested Development and The Office), but I hadn't died laughing at it until this week. Mother and daughter beauty pageant contestants dressed in matching white haltertop jumpsuits dancing to Salt-N-Pepa's "Push It" while brandishing huge throwing knives in circles around their heads = multiple rewinds on the DVR. I seriously rewatched their dance five or six times. The best was that at one point the scene cut over to Earl--who was strapped to a large wooden wheel in preparation for having the knives thrown at him--and showed him moving his head enthusiastically to the beat with this goofy, open-mouthed grin.

And when I thought about it later I realized that as much as I adored J. Walter Weatherman ("And that's why you always leave a note.") it was GOB moonwalking with a knife between his teeth that sealed my "Arrested Development" love two seasons ago.