That would only apply if you assume Bert thinks every client who comes into the office keeps track of what secretary is where—people "seeing her from the elevator" would have no idea she had been "demoted."
Also, if he did think that, I have no idea why he would be so indirect about it in his conversation with Joan,…

Yeah, she said she sent flowers for an afternoon arrival (so Megan would be more likely to call in the evening than the morning). But that was the night before (right?), so depending on how much he drank AFTER she left. . .

It's also just amazingly nasty, assuming anything from the past few years involving Betty and Sally (including stuff he's explicitly been told) has penetrated Don's head. Very below the belt, since Betty is so obviously the last person Sally wants to see herself like. It felt weirdly adult to me, like Don lashing…

Sally! My heart leapt as soon as she appeared in the previously. Sally makes any episode better for me. My heart was in my throat throughout that scene in Don's apartment, and how perfect was the line about it being more embarrassing for her to catch him lying than for him to lie.

Well, Aynsley was originally in the musical (since they reassign her part) so it clearly had been going on simultaneously to part of season one.

Best crossover ever!

Yeah, triplets felt like overkill to me (and I love babies), although the "two bodies" joke reminded me a little of when friends of mine were first told there were two heartbeats and briefly wondered if they had conceived a Time Lord.

I clicked through just to make sure General Woundwort made it. I was young enough when my dad read it to me to be pretty scared of the Black Rabbit, too. (Of course, I (literally) had to go into therapy after I heard the Passover story/Angel of Death story for the first time, too.)

I'm kind of worried about how much I wish Peter were my wingman now. . .

I get the feeling the writers think Joe's interest in the Bible is unexpected! and provocative!, much like their incisive portrayal of "televangelist who likes publicity."

So now Joe thinks he's Lord Voldemort? In a better show, at least there would have been some !wacky! homoeroticism. (Although I hadn't remembered how intense Ryan's promise to Mike? (these people are so boring I can't remember their names after two seasons) they would have a better life.) eta: proving I can't…

I'm going to really miss some of the more offbeat interviews he does (in terms of people not likely to be brought on as guests to a late-night network show.) Among a thousand other things, obviously. But unless they are going to radically reinvent the format, I can't see it as a place with nearly as much scope to…

I understand. Accordingly, I will take no safety precautions whatsoever, nor notify anyone of my impending death by Poe.

Joe's understanding of religion/theology is clearly as sophisticated as his understanding of literature. It's like they rounded up a bunch of teenagers who have just discovered atheism to write his arguments. (I'm not complaining about atheism, but the quality of his "reflection" left a lot to be desired. House did…

There's a CTA bus that terminates at Ogden and California (street names). I think it might even be the right bus for the address on her meeting.

I was actually really scared he had had Carl take him to the lake for a suicide. Not for losing Frank from the show, but for how epically awful that would be for him to do to Carl.

I didn't think it was played for laughs, as much as played for Carl not really getting it; in some ways even Carl is still an innocent. Lip got it and I thought Jeremy Allen White had a nice, subtle reaction—he's just too overextended and worn out to give it more mental energy.

Ugh, Jimmy-Steve-Jack. Especially in an episode with so many nice subtle moments (Lip and Mandy in the restaurant, Carl and Debbie commiserating on the couch, the look on Debbie and Carl's faces when Mickey asks them about Ian, Sammi's kid's little wave at the hospital) it just really seemed like he belongs in a…

"I left early for my shift at the quarry. I was twelve years old," killed me. Along with "continue your close, awkward gyrations."

Not having watched G.I. Joe, part of me wishes we could get an episode in which Jeff has to run a home for runaway teens while hiding his secret identity as a rock star via an accessory-controlled holographic supercomputer.