Oh no, they're definitely a joke. At least, they better be.

There's something almost disappointing in the idea that the send-off to Brian would be tasteful and well done. The biggest laugh in all of Fast Five is the "tell me about your dad" scene.

None of you guys must be parents.

That was everything I hoped it would be and then some. Holy fuck. I was grinning through the whole confrontation if only because it is so cool to see a show operating at the height of its powers.

I got a lot of shit last week for throwing shade on the myth of Jimmy McGill: hero of the ages and totally not Walt, but Chuck's epic dick move has vindicated me.

"I know it was you, Fredo Chuck.

Well, that was an anticlimax. First they're arguing about the inadmissability of hearsay, then Glenn and Sasha remain fundamentally Glenn and Sasha, and then Deanna's Husband dies to limp effect (does he have a name? Score one for equal rights for useless spouses, historically it's the wife that's a cardboard cutout).

That was the greenhouse lady from Minority Report. Good job by her. It's easy to compare it to other famous executioner scenes like Krazy-8 and the bike lock or Kelly McDonald refusing to call the coin toss in No Country, although weirdly enough, it reminded me most of House of all things. Probably just the age of the…

It's only fitting that the show about the Marshall's Service go back to its roots one more time for another manhunt. There's been about two dozen over the years, and more than a couple this season already between Markham's gang who couldn't shoot straight, but what else was there for Ava to really do? Her threads had…

Aka the lucky few, for the most part. And you'll notice that BB/BCS refuse to indulge in or excuse the selfish or criminal excesses of the rich elite anymore than Mad Men or Sopranos or The Wire or any of the other progressive, humanist classics of the time.

I'll just respond to this one of the three and point out that Jimmy spent his teens and twenties being a low level grifter and layabout who smoked a ton of weed and apparently went to prison at some point.

BCS is thematically identical to its predecessor. It's all about embracing humility, following the golden rule and "there but by the grace of god go I." Lessons that will go unheeded by their respective protagonists.

The FBI countermeasures to what is presumed to be an uber-high level breach by the KGB, I would guess.

Slavery can seem the merciful option to murder. If you're pure fucking evil, like our Philip. Why not first try to run her as an asset the way he runs the Pakistani guy? He doesn't exist, all traces of Clark can be erased within an hour. She's the one with her whole life to lose.

The first season was sometimes uneven, and the show is undeniably chilly and withholding mixed with the occasionally salacious and fantastical (like Liz's urban guerrilla go-bag or Stan executing Vlad). But this third season has been pitching a straight up perfect game.

Oh Raylan, Justified Rule #1: Never believe the dipshits will pull it off.

I clicked on the Yahoo homepage for the first time in years this morning and my brain exploded. What happened to that site?

You're not supposed to ask those kinds of questions. Just like you're not supposed to ask how the Kettlemans got the embezzled funds in cash, or why they would keep said cash in their upstairs bathroom. After we can presume their home was raided once already when Craig was arrested in the first place.

I can understand if some people thought it felt its length. It was the first episode of the season to wrap up before the hour, and it had to really stretch to get there. Very circular and pregnant conversations between Mike and Kerry Condon that could have been done in half the time.

It's the role January Jones was born to play: literally any woman on earth who isn't Carol Pil-mumble-sian! Anyone at all. Even Betty Draper.