Still, when EW recently paid a visit to the Hills' cozy home, the cast--including Hank's longtime compadres Dale and Bill--seemed friendly, relaxed, and down-to-earth. (Daniels and Judge came along for interpretive purposes; only Boomhauer stayed away, afraid he'd be misquoted.) In the end, if Peggy's apple brown Betty always tastes this good, who cares if the Hills are 2-, 3-, or 72-dimensional?

EW: Now that you're stars, you had to visit Hollywood. How'd you like it?

HANK: I hated it. Fox flew us out there to meet the press and to stick my hands in cement, which, if you ask me, they've ruined the whole sidewalk. You'd never think Clark Gable was such a vandal.

PEGGY: They put us in some noisy hotel by the airport. Just as well, though, 'cause we knew we could get out quickly, in case of a riot, earthquake, or a sudden need to leave L.A. Which is what happened.

EW: Did you have any problem with paparazzi?

BOBBY: We went to Planet Hollywood and Jean-Claude Van Damme was doing a split on the dance floor, and we couldn't see it because of all the photographers.

HANK: I didn't mind so much, 'cause I'm taller and could see over them. But do you know what that place gets for its T-shirts? I'm in the wrong business. Heh. Just kidding--don't print that.

EW: Are you worried that the press will start digging up skeletons in your closet?

HANK: I have none. But, ah, try asking that again in season 6 if the ratings start to dip. Yeah, I may just hurt my back and develop an addiction to painkillers. Like ibuprofen and whatnot.

EW: Bobby, now that you're famous, do you get lots of girls chasing after you?

BOBBY: Nobody recognizes me from TV. That's probably 'cause the camera adds 10 pounds.

EW: What's it like growing up in front of millions of people?

BOBBY: It ain't easy. I just hope I can keep my hormones in check. Dad says that's important.

EW: So Hank, how did you convince Fox to do a show about you? HANK: Well, I guess you haven't paid any attention to our opening credits, which explain the whole funny story. You see, I'm standing there, drinking beer, and well, before you know it, I got my own show. Yep.

EW: We've gotten to know your sidekicks Dale, Bill, and Boomhauer. Are they really your friends, or are they actors?

HANK: No, no, they are all my friends. I tell you, though, we almost had to get an actor to play Dale. He refused to be on TV--something about his soul being stolen, broken down, and sold for parts to an Iranian.... Well, that's kinda where I stopped paying attention.

EW: Dale, you're a man who seems interested in theories of secret governmental corruption. Any ideas about why the movie Conspiracy Theory did poorly?

DALE: Well, I could make up a lot of crazy stories, but the simple truth is, America's love affair with Julia Roberts is over. The CIA made sure of that.

EW: Now that you've become role models, tell us who you admire.