I've never actually been there, but isn't Miami really flat and just barely above sea level, with a really high water table?  Where, then, would there be this abandoned church up on a hill with a basement dug out underneath it?

A Ford ad built into the show?  Did House cross over into the White Collar universe for a  few seconds?

Yup.  Fluffy white one.  Needed shots two times a day.

Sleep Attack and My My My, you've given me a reason to seriously consider giving some of the Little House books a read.

In personal ads you have the acronyms like BBW, WE, HWP…

DuMont?

Rowan Atkinson?  I'm still waiting for Stephen bloody Fry to make a cameo as a colleague.  Preferably in a 4 to 6 episode storyline.

Scruffy's work here is done.

…and just where the fuck did that door/wall rise to?  There was, coincidentally and conveniently, nothing structural in the way?  The wall just happened to be in a location where they were able to cut a notch through the floor slab above it without compromising any beams or reinforcement?  There was no HVAC, conduits,…

I'm guessing that's where all the cattle and venison went—walker food.

Goof Troop too…  Damn they used some fucking great vocalists…

The Dexter theme is a work of genius—take some peppy Cuban/Latin jazz and play it in a minor key so it sounds like something played by a nightmare Day of the Dead band…

Goddammit, pretty much all of the Disney Afternoon shows had fucking awesome themes.

No fucking doubt.  One of the most perfect theme songs ever-a catchy earworm that perfectly sets the tone for the show it prefaces.

Why should it be a big deal if Hershel wants them to eventually leave his farm?  Can't they basically just say, "Well, okay, how about if we just move into the abandoned farm next door?"

Good way to catch…cholera or some damned thing.

I thought the House of Sardines was the nastiest, skankiest whorehouse ever…

Hey, Merle was thoughtful enough to hoard both.  Never know when you're going to get a case of the Clap.

You want Dana Delaney to piston-stroke you with her cock?

Well it's not like I was putting my oily paws all over the Elgin Marbles- said sculpture was later moved outdoors to the gardens, where it now sits covered in pine sap and bird crap, so it's unlikely my gentle touch permanently damaged the patina on two fucking tons of cast bronze.