Yep. S'what I said.

It was clearly a paraphrase, since he didn't use quotation marks. You asshat.

I think there was supposed to be a "not" in there.

Hopefully the show will die a quick death so FX can get to work on finding the next Shield, Sunny, or SoA.

If the promos for "The League" are the best they can cull from the show, I'll pass. Those 30-second spots make half a minute seem like half an hour.

@Martian: I'm not from Philly, but every time I go there I go to Pat's and get a steak wit whiz. Once you have one, you'll be a believer. It's more like a liquid cheez sauce, they don't spray Cheez Whiz straight from the can on it. But it coats the meat in a way that provolone or swiss can't begin to match. The…

The product placement blew, but may have been a metacommentary on the episode's theme. When the financial shit hits the fan, we're obligated to do things differently, like live in an RV shanty town, sell knives and vacuums door-to-door, fish for "runoff crabs," and work ads for shitty products into our TV scripts.

Underwood Deviled Ham. With the little devil on it.

Zombie Kill of the Week!

Yer mom clearly found it, spun it, felt it, kept it for herself, and put you off the trail with a handy excuse. Best. Mom. Ever.

A twist of fate fells Popples' inoperable twister that ain't as he teasingly tongues a feasibly pleasing taint.

Maybe they hung onto some of the shitload of cash they made when Paddy's was temporarily the hottest gay bar in Philly.

It's this boy's SOUL, Frank! SOUL!

Swear to God, RB, when Joan and Don hugged in the waiting room, I said to my wife, "If they ever fucked it would create a singularity."

I have an emotional attachment to the aroma of jellied gasoline at the break of dawn!

Here's all you need to know about White Scrubs: in two commercials which are both in decent rotation on the TV right now, he voices (a) a puppy and (b) water.

I have the copulatory capacities of an apex-predator dinosaur!

Display the currency in a manner in which I may observe it.

Carnivorous Danus, I think you're right on the money — the scene between Joan and the hubby was definitely Oedipal-regressive.

As a huge Adam Reed fan — see avatar — I enjoyed the show; Reed's gamut of comedy tropes was in full effect, and there were a number of subtle references back to Frisky Dingo. Which, for me, was bittersweet, because I don't want to be reminded of Frisky Dingo, dammit, I want Frisky Dingo. Unlike Sealab, which by the…