Seriously, I always read his books.  And I hate that this one sounds so lame.

It sure beats hoping real life assholes get what they want.

Relax, wouldya?  I'm concerned about your blood pressure.

Same!

Last week:  "Yeah, Skyler's a bitch!"
This week:  "Yeah, Jesse's a crybaby!"

I want Marie pregnant with Hank Jr. In the end!!!  Show me that, show!

Yeah, me too.  Others called this one a place setter and they make it sound like a butler setting out soup spoons.  But months passed and Andrea got killed and Walt got stranded and stuff!

Gretchen said, "You left us."

Walt wants to provide his family with Ensure-ance.

In the future Saul gets a job as a Kevin Costner stand-in.  Because…no, that would be pointless.  Never mind!

Walt should have had a copy of the killer videotape from "The Ring" somewhere, in case he got bored with that DVD.

Even those of us who, like Walt, have never smoked.

Weirdly, my battle of choice is Walt versus cancer.  It was his first nemesis.  But even I know that would be too grim a battle to watch!  So, tattooed brutes it is, I guess.

I've gotten to the point where I can't get swept up in these kinds of stories anymore.  Any time I come to a piece of fiction where the conclusion is something like,  "Cheer up—at least they're dead!  Suicide/euthanasia/death by any means at all?  Best thing that coulda happened!"  Well, I'm not a born-again-Catholic…

…and then crying on cue after having done that…

I really enjoy Chief's fashion sensibilities.  The surgical gown tied over her shoulders, nice touch.  I think my next pair of glasses should have huge frames with a librarian leash, after all Chief gets a lot more respect than I do.

Word!  Good for him.

I gave up on The Following after the first two episodes, too, and it made me feel like doing the Church Lady's Superior Dance later on.  I admire (?) this show because I watched the first four or five episodes before I gave up.

It just really looked more painful when he put his weight on her.  "My hubby almost crushed my sternum!  Ouchie!"

I don't get how Cranston could look so schlubby in that.  Man, it was bazonkers.