“I didn’t know we were on the on the air” doesn’t excuse him from dropping the F-bomb in front of a lady. Pompous windbag sits there, no jacket, showing off his suspenders — which he probably refers to as “braces” to make himself sound brainier-than-thou — and turns into Mr. Pottymouth when he realizes he has a gumball’s chance at an Overeaters Anonymous meeting of convincing anyone in the room that his opinion is of any value.