Cast profile

Marge Katz

Co-Host & Truth-Teller

Marge Katz sitting uncomfortably on set, wishing for her old desk.

Zero charm. Zero mercy. Perfect maths.

Marge balances the show with sharp analysis, a dry wit, and nightly post-show rants to her best friends about Dick's latest stunt.

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Backstory

Born and raised in the Bronx, Marge grew up in a tightly wound, middle-class Jewish household that prized stability over passion. Her family wasn’t religious—they barely made it through the High Holidays—but they clung fiercely to the belief that “proper professions” were the only safeguard against slipping down the social ladder. Underperforming and permanently anxious about appearances, her parents pushed her into accounting long before she understood what balance sheets were.

Marge was never the office darling. As a senior accountant, she handled spreadsheets with precision—but her career growth was stymied. She refused to indulge office small talk, harboured a deep disdain for underperforming male colleagues, and was notoriously moody. Popularity never factored into her motivation—her friendships were few and her social deck always stacked against her.

HR eventually capitalised on this: when the network needed a female co-host beside Dick, they quietly transferred her from finance—where her abrasive reputation had limited her prospects—onto the studio seat. It was win-win: diversity targets ticked, morale in the accounting department soared, and Marge stepped into a role where only her intellect mattered.

Marge Katz works late in a 1980s office, surrounded by papers and dim fluorescent light.
Marge Katz stands on her small city balcony at dusk, watching the Bronx skyline with her cats behind her.
Marge Katz listens in a boardroom, confused and sceptical.

Personality

On air, Marge is a force of nature—intellect in human form, delivered with a steel-trap glare calibrated to two decimal places. She speaks with a crisp New York drawl, zero small talk, and surgical precision. Her humour is forensic: she dismantles slippery guests with cost-benefit quips that cut through fluff as cleanly as any audit report. She needles Dick’s ego relentlessly—not cruelly, but with chilly intelligence and a streak of misandry that keeps him honest.

Social niceties bore her; she’s built for high-stakes analysis, not cocktail chatter. Think of her as a straight counterpart to the archetypal bushy-haired lesbian genius: brilliant, stoic, unyielding—and magnetic in her refusal to compromise.

Marge Katz walks through a Central Park in autumn, together with Patsy.
Marge Katz debates over coffee with Antoine in a retro diner, expression sharp and skeptical.
Marge Katz sits quietly at home with her cats, a blanket over her lap and watching TV.