This time around the guys wander into the pop-culture saloon to pour one out for Robert Redford, 89 years young and still cooler than anyone on your timeline. In a rambling tribute that starts with Redford’s Twilight Zone cameo and ends somewhere between Sundance and the Marvel Cinematic Universe, the guys dissect why he was basically the Paul Newman of Paul Newmans — handsome, scandal-free, and capable of playing Death, a cowboy, a con man, and a newspaper reporter without breaking a sweat.

Along the way, Chris coins the term “Pee-qual,” Nick Nolte’s sex appeal is justifiably questioned, and Patty Duke gets $64,000the easy way.

Also: Sneakers gets its flowers, “The Natural” still rules, and somewhere in Utah Buddy Hackett’s ghost is quietly judging them for bringing up Herbie Rides Again.