And our heads, no doubt. It was just a red herring! That and communism.

Really, that's been one of Walt's few core competencies during the entire series, figuring out quickly and accurately what his nemeses are up to.

And that would be a totally plausible explanation…if Jesse's cigarette wasn't missing.

I was hoping they were going to do more to undermine Jesse's certainty that he had the ricin-ette that morning, for just that reason. That it'd be just one more possibility, but they seemed to eschew that.

The third spin to me meant, "Not yourself, fool. HIM."

His going back to into the hospital will be explained as something other than him suspecting there was a bomb in the car, no doubt. Even Gus can't be that preternaturally observant.

I didn't at first…until they defused the tension of that scene at the end, and Walt put his head down in relief. I was waiting for Jesse to "rebound" with a moment of clarity and re-raise and fire.

*doves fly past in slow motion*

This is my thing, lost in all the 'could Walt have done it?' is literally, *could* Walt have done it. The logistics of Walt being the culprit seem unlikely at best to me. When could he have done this stuff? Dude's had some pretty full days lately.

From your lips to God's ears.

Which is confusing considering I had no idea she was in Pan Am until I read it here at AV Club when they reviewed the pilot, so it's not like ABC is leveraging her star power (such as it is) at all.

You say interesting, I say insufferable.

Why quibble? Both Nancy and Pat would probably eat most, if not all the pop/rock divas today for lunch, and sing circles around them while they do it. Literally eat, in Nancy Wilson's case.

Pff, I'm so old, I've had no idea what this "Dawes" shit was that you've all been on about for months now in the comments, until the other day when I stumbled across their video on VH1. Knowing is half the battle!

Ditto, completely agree with the "manipulative bullshit" crowd. That trailer actually upset me, and not for the reasons it appears to upset most.

The real problem will be the Breaking Bad Prayer Rugs. An epidemic of fractured necks from coast to coast.

And somehow, someway…just his stammering delivery and slow-burns would turn that prose into comedy gold.

Man, Fred Gwynne TOLD us not to bury them there!

It reminded me of the scene from Homicide where…

Fulminated Mercury for everyone!