But only the male is endowed with resplendently shimmering feathers and a dramatically elongated tail; female quetzals are relatively drab.

As the story resumes, Frank Underwood is resplendently code-switching between three modes: fuming rage, icy you-would-not-dream-of-defying-me assuredness, and folksy empathic charm.

This resplendently foul-mouthed production at Rattlestick Playwrights Theater dares to present, as one character says, “trailer trash in its natural habitat.”