Request Line: Gardening

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY The PRODUCER is on his knees in the office, wearing a torn "Jimmy and the Animal" promotional t-shirt as a headband.  He obviously has not bathed for quite some time.  He is inspecting the carpet carefully, apparently searching for something. There is a mesh bag of

Request Line: Loneliness

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY The PRODUCER lies on his back on a couch in the office outside the sound booth. His left hand is draped over the edge of the couch, holding a stress ball. He throws the ball straight up in the air and catches it in front of

Request Line: Unauthorized Covers

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY The PRODUCER is stretched out on the studio couch, eyes glazed, staring at DJ 3000's display screen. DJ 3000: ARE YOU STILL WATCHING? PRODUCER: [blinks sleepily] Huh? Oh, right. Yeah, I'm still watching. DJ 3000: PREVIOUSLY, ON GREY'S ANATOMY... PRODUCER: You know what? Let's put a pin in it for

Request Line: Superstitions

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY DJ 3000 sits alone in the office, a single LED blinking lazily.  It is very quiet.  A flush is heard down the hallway.  A few moments later the PRODUCER enters, wearing a bathrobe.  A toothbrush is poking out of his mouth.  As DJ 3000 cycles out

Request Line: Pestilence

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY A pair of radio professionals prepare for the day's show.  DJ 3000: [to himself] WELL, THAT'S KIND OF GRIM.  [to the PRODUCER] HEY YOU SHOULD CHECK OUT GOOGLE'S DOODLE TODAY. [calls it up on his main display] PRODUCER: Okay...[begins reading aloud]...And when he had opened the fourth seal, I

Request Line: Pass it On

In "honor" of the fact that coronavirus seems to be spreading throughout the world without any signs of abating, I thought we'd try something a little bit different (and unprecedented) here on Request Line today.  Here's how the game works.  I'm going to post a song with a number in

DFO Radio: Loud

I'm staying in today. I'm staying in tomorrow. Save for walking the dog, I don't intend to leave this house unless I need to.  Now this doesn't mean I'll start using rags to wipe my ass after the toilet paper runs out (13 rolls left), but it does mean that when my

Request Line: Shapes

INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY The surviving members of the Losers Investment Club are clustered behind BILL O'BRIEN, who is staring angrily at a laptop screen. BILL O'BRIEN: F-f-f-f-f-f-f...f-f-f-f-f-f-f...[takes deep breath]...f-f-f-f-f-f... KATIE NOLAN: Spit it out, Bill. BILL O'BRIEN: F-F-F-F-FUCK! JOSH ROSEN: Does that mean we're back to where we started? COLIN COWHERD: It sure does, Josh.  The market

DFO Radio: Meat

INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY Four members of the Losers Investment Club sit glumly around a table. COLIN COWHERD: So when does Andy get back from Disney World, anyhow? KATIE NOLAN: Disney World?  He never went to Disney World. COLIN COWHERD: But I thought he... BILL O'BRIEN: No, he's in some t-t-t-town in California - Lone P-p-pine,

Request Line: Mi Casa, Su Casa

TYREL JACKSON WILLIAMS: Hello everyone and welcome to a special Friday edition of The Wednesday with Peter King. Now Peter... PETER KING: So I think for today we'll call it "The Fridayer". WILLIAMS: Actually, Peter, we're filling in for the regularly scheduled "Request Line" program, so maybe we'll just call it that? KING: No, Charles, let's stick

Request Line: Loud

INT. DFO PRODUCTION OFFICE - DAY DFO intern MICHAEL VICK lounges on a couch in the office, dozing.  He awakes with a start.  A look of panic fills his face as he dashes over to the desk and opens up a laptop computer, and his consternation increases as he taps a