Speaking of shining a light on amazing music, B&S's edition of Late Night Tales introduced me to one of the best songs ever, Mary Love's "I'm In Your Hands."

Roughly ranked, though the first three are pretty solid:

"Don't Leave the Light On Baby" more than makes up for the rest of Fold Your Hands.

SWOOOOOOON.

…BOB.

This article sent me down a lovely Lynch soundtrack rabbit hole.

Of course I hear him yelling this Gordon Cole-style.

If I ever want to ruin my mother's entire day, if not her week, I merely have to utter "hakuna matata" and her brain does the rest.

Don't forget Theodore K. Mullins, on the downlow.

Yup. That's how I saw it.

To me he will always be sweet Eric from the 1987 NBC miniseries/preppy eye candy extravaganza Billionaire Boys Club.

Tastefully?

Okay, it isn't just me. I thought it was because I'm not wearing my glasses.

I thought she was gonna put it in the food, and was disappointed when she sprinkled it. Wouldn't he smell it with his super vamp smelling powers?

The one wearing Arlene's waitressing outfit cracked me up. She even had the fanny pack!

That turning scene was super sexy hot.

Yup.

Ooh, I wanna know, too!

I love the pop song closers.

I, too, was rooting for Ted & Peggy, and actually thought they might make it up until he told her they needed to talk, which nothing good ever follows. (Okay, I knew what happened because I read this review before I watched the ep, but still had a childish glimmer of hope.)