They just got to the scene where he's listening to the masculinity self-improvement tape and "I Will Survive" starts to play and he's supposed to resist dancing to it (Tape Man: "Truly manly men do not dance." -- Howard: "Oh, come *on*!"), but he ends up boogying crazily around his house. I love that scene. When I first saw it years ago I actually cried a little; it really moved me despite the fluff of it all--seeing this man break out of his false straitjacket and feel joy in himself. I love Kevin Kline of course. He is a god.
Such is my afternoon as it segues into evening. Pop culture and codeine-laced cough syrup.