OK! Lapse in my pop culture cred there. Thanks for the word.

What did Jane call Dave? Yipee-ki-yay, Motherfailure? I had to rewind that and watch again. Hilarious. And, also, has "yips" been a thing before this or did HE invent that term? Because that is a funny damn word and absolutely perfect to describe the symptom. Dave's missed kick on the slow ball was one of Zachary…

Yes, good call. That huge pool of blood was super noticeable in the cold open, then gone when we see her on the floor later.

That's only because, like Mary, she thinks that big pile of stones is the whole world. As someone upthread said, send her to America. Or, hell, London - they own a house there, right? Get her out of the fucking country. Jane Austen is dead, girl! Take those righteous tatas to the city.

Matthew had to take the money because, the way Fellowes has written these last 2 episodes, Mary would never have forgiven him. Ever. It would've been there in every glance and every conversation till the end of time. Whenever she wanted him to do anything, she'd say, "Well, you let my family fall into penury over your…

Yes, @Scrawler2:disqus ! I thought it was pretty funny, after all his big dinner table speeches last week, that Tom looked pretty damn comfortable in that formal wear and asking Matthew to go play billiards while the old men drank their brandy.

I don't know about that. He's advanced, yet still called an "anomaly," so I wonder if he is physically unable to speak, which would be weird and unexplained. He spent all those years with that family, presumably understanding verbal language but never saying a word himself, making him literally just an "observer."

Good question. I keep thinking it might've appeared in movies like Grapes of Wrath or Sullivan's Travels or anything with Depression-era characters on the road, coming across a group of hobos eating beans out of cans and, yes, warming, their hands over a flaming barrel.

Problem is, if they're not Fringe-loving friends, they will yap and carouse while @avclub-3772bf42ebf9a51da2b8de4746f814e0:disqus is trying to commune with the show and be attentive and soak it in, hard, one last time and possibly weep copiously. This is no time/place for the unitiated.

When they were encircled by roadblocks, I wondered why Michael couldn't do anything to help. Donald said that his powers of time and space were far beyond standard Observer mojo. Is he holding back in order to get to the point where he and Windmark meet? Is he playing the long con? Is this part of the plan, to give…

The pudding skin was disgusting. My brain kept transposing the brown color to red, skittering along my eyeballs' nerve endings, until I was suddenly watching Hannibal Lecter eating the flap of someone's face. Hours later, I'm still creeped out. I fear that Ryan Shay is ruined for me forever. He must remove his shirt,…

Agreed. I like Aiden with Emily because he knows who she really is and Daniel will never know her like that, in my opinion. He's a boy.

Here's what Declan should have done: when he realized there were drugs in the coffee (hello, Beverly Hills Cop) and he'd made a big mess that he didn't have time to clean up before the Evil Bros came looking for him, he should've conked himself on the noggin at least hard enough to draw blood then sprawl on the floor…

True, true. That whole conversation was such a massive disconnect - two sides talking and having no idea whatsoever about any common frame of reference between them. It was like Orks talking to Heffalumps.

I used to work at the airport and you could always spot the rich douchebags because they were the ones wearing dress loafers with no socks. With shorts. In the summertime. We used to contemplate with revulsion and wonder just how bad those shoes would smell in the enclosed re-cycled air inside the plane. But Conrad,…

"You two are dressed for a barbecue." Funniest line in Downton history. So say I (apologies to the Dowager Countess).

Yes, he got roundly mommed in that scene: "Are you finished? Good. Take off your jacket." Making all your little speeches, getting all prole-y 'n' shit, thinking your politics makes you a big/better man - at the end of the day, a stern, no-nonsense woman, with an imperious tone, unveils the boy inside the, uh, bigger…

Policing a man's body…what a novel change! Yeah, OK, pasty, weirdly hairy, kinda pudgy - but real, man, REAL. As long as his cock works, we're good.

I like his nervous, compulsive grin after each line of dialogue. I'm sure he'll do his manly duty and get Edith with child imMEEDjetly, then promptly faint dead away from the exertion.

I've spent so many season now, worried about Walter losing Peter but never thinking as much about what happens to Peter if he loses his dad. This episode, where he said to Nina, "So, whatever happens, I lose him," made me realize my oversight. The series has so much been about fathers trying to hang on to sons that…