And they're usually more serious.

Nobody's reminded us about winter in many episodes.

Those books do love their rhymes.

The prices look disgusting as well.

We've lost Oona Chaplin's beautiful, beautiful ass though.

The best part for me was my roommate, (not a dedicated GoT viewer) stopping in to watch for a few minutes. His sole comment, after all the slaughter, was "eew, wife?"

What do we say to the god of death?

Also has a supremely tragic backstory, if you're read the book.

"Fuck fuckity fuck!"

Sir Ian is just good at existing.

THANK YOU!

Yeah, insecurity, jealousy and panic do not a good open relationship make. Don't rock the boat when the water's already choppy, man.

She's probably waiting for him to come out the closet and already thinks of herself as his beard.

Answer THAT, science!

…I don't think so.

No mention of that one episode of Just Shoot Me, with the "hilarious" swinger/swing dancer confusion?

It's actually going to be Ryan Lochte this time, I'm almost certain, and I hate this movie already.

"You're the AT&T of people!"

Weary sigh…

That's puffin talk!