Screw that! You're Dave Strider. You don't watch piles of crap like Maury. You leave that kind of trash to people like your Bro.

You flip the channels and finally find something worth watching.

The plot twists, the drama, the mixture of hope and despair... and it all leads to those glorious fist fights and sprawling brawls on the stage only to be broken up by that beautiful, bald, former marine who has his own talk show now...

Theses are the glory days of Jerry Springer.

Dave: Be loudly indignant about DeAndre not being Tish's baby daddy.