other than Larry, only Rosie and Jane call it "juicing," and both of them do it in a baseball context. seems just as clever as it needs to be to bring home the joke.

close second to the jazz enthusiast who buys Antoine his new trombone in season one of Treme, but since there exists the overwhelming possibility that you're not among the thirty or so people who watch that show, you can hardly be faulted for the oversight.

Leon's chances of getting pulled over seem pretty good, even in a Prius. still, he'd just Dooberstein the fuck outta that highway patrolman and go about his business.

what does Mike "need" Jesse for, exactly? to annoy the piss out of him when he makes his pickups? to leave him walking down the street with his dick in his hand so Gus can massage the little tweaker's self esteem?

Mike's lost apprentice was obviously that guy driving the chicken batter truck who was onscreen for a grand total of half a second before being shot in the face.

Louie's mini-courtship…
…made extra gross due to Ellen Farber looking exactly like a chaste, tightbodied 24 year old version of his youngest daughter.

Jesse's not going to his grave, that blankslate motherfucker's going to cleaner camp. It's sort of like rehab but way more effective.

breeches of etiquette
<jodphurs of decorum

sleazyass Dog has to come back, he's too big a prick to go away without getting served up the proper Larry David treatment. this skirmish may go to Dog, but the cabinet war is far from over.

sadly…
…they can't all be "Palestinian Chicken."

I didn't retaliate because he's an older gentleman…
fucking Walter White at his self-deluding finest. coming to grips with reality is gonna be a long and painful trial for a brain like his.

ummm…

"you're waaaaay too sensitive about your zone, bro!"

goddammit, I thought we were done with Tweaker Jessie and on to Dead Inside Stone Cold Purveyor of Mayhem Jessie. somebody think of the arc!

some good readings in this thread, but I feel like Gus's motivations are actually fairly plain. you gotta remember, Gus went to bed that night with docile, 96% pure Gale installed in the lab and pain-in-the-ass, unhinged Walt a rapidly receding memory. cut to 3AM, and he's being woken up with news to the contrary. any…

Larry David: Burlesque Dermatologist
"you looked at her mole with a goddamn telescope like Galileo jerking off from 40 feet away!" Breast Vision has to be the greatest of Larry's various social superpowers.

fuck yes, it was slow. slow like the last millisecond before the train smashes you.

get back to work…
Gustavo Fring, running shit from behind the wheel of a Volvo like a motherfucking BOSS. Buggin' Out is on some serious slow-burn shit. the most intense hour of TV is officially back in full effect.

strongly doubt this infomercial is in any danger of being remembered.

troller's gonna troll…