[Paine in the Neck]

Whatever she learned from Bubba didn’t take. He was a master at covering his tracks and playing the rube when forced to, with a Huck Finn grin and country charm: “Aw, whatcha gonna do with a good ol’ boy like me?” He got away with murder, and the goobers in the cheap seats loved him for it.

She is so wooden she can't even fake human spontaneity with written teleprompter cues. "Sigh."

[timestax]