That, and it's like those groups of 50 year old women that call themselves "babes". You know the ones. They're always standing in front of you in the line at Starbucks, ordering half-caff and arguing among themselves if they've been good enough to get some cheesecake.

Babe
At the end of the competition, where everyone's quiet.

It's annoying when Jim attempts the "Let's get back to work, guys". Didn't you just setup a 500 foot red wire obstacle course?

Listening to Songs:Ohia as I read this.
I'm not going for some sort of hipster cred here, I just was amused by the coincidence.

The Bill Kristol Effect
Something I've noticed mostly in Noah (but also in Nathan, Mohinder, and used by even what's-her-face-speedy) is that completely idiotic declarations made in an stern enough tone are taken as the word of God. Or, in the case of Arthur Patrelli, idiotic declarations made in an obnoxious monotone.

I thought the first 45 minutes,
maybe the first hour of Munich was pretty bad-ass.

Mexican Coke
is the way to go. Real sugar and glass bottles. And it doesn't make your teeth ache afterward like normal Coke.