Yeah, this is the healthiest response. This isn't Star Trek/Wars, where people wring hands over minutiae, write technical manuals, and debate what the fuck a Kessel Run is. This is a show that thrives on the unspoken, that feeds on ambiguity.

Best season: 2
Best episodes, by season: Amuse-Boche, Tome-Wan, Dolce (actually, since I can't think of a bad episode other than Perry Mason, these would be my favorites).
Suit: I'm partial to the business casual getup that Hannibal dons in the first episode, and to the purple shirt/black vest ensemble.
Shot: The human…

Thoughts:

The way Mads ends that exchange with a perfect smirk is awesome.

"Do you smell?"

I was wondering why he didn't loose his bowels. It would have been silent, would have been instantly noticeable, and would have been difficult for Francis to explain.

Bits of humor? The show is a extremely black romantic comedy more than anything else. To paraphrase Mel Brooks, it's a universe filled with people falling into open sewers and dying.

Changing the world one animated gif at a time, one poorly-drawn manga fanart at a time, and one slash fanfic at a time.

I want one of those tee shirts.

It's too bad Coleman Francis isn't available to play White Laurence Fishburne.

I remember some doomed effort to boycott Hannibal on tumblr when Beverly Katz was bumped off.

I loved the ominous soundtrack cue as he said that line; cheesy as fuck.

Freddie really doesn't make herself the story. She doesn't get in the way of the story.

Chilton is going to end up in a big metal mechanized wheelchair, communicating by beeps.

Freddie is the only character on the show who calls out the weirdly incestuous nature of the character's interactions, like the whole Alana/Hannibal arrangement.

Gentlemen. We can rebuild him. We have the technology. We have the capability to make the world's first bionic psychiatrist. Worse than he was before. Worse, smugger, less competent.

Since, as of this episode, there are only two practicing (more or less) psychiatrists in the Hannibal universe, now would be a good time to jack up the rates.

A brain in a jar like in Robocop 2.

Let's hope it's an elaborately-filmed retirement statement.

"On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero." Endlessly applicable.