A solid 17 would be devoted to Enrique upset that no one came to his birthday, only to realize that Skyler was throwing him a surprise party.

Walt: My house. It's trashed now. I must be in the future. That would explain why I have this beard, which I did not have in the past.
Ghost Danny Trejo Head On An Exploding Turtle: Hair does not grow backwards.

It's completely plausible because the show won't be remembered in isolation, but as part of a broader historical trend of entertainment shifting away from monolithic theaters and back towards the individual. It'll be remembered the way people who've never listened to a radio show know about The Lone Ranger and Little…

It's not pandering. Not everyone rewatches five years of TV before the season premiere like we do. It's a pretty labryinthe story and, honestly, why wouldn't we see Hank sorting through old evidence? What did you expect, some kind of Will Graham body-swap where Hank sees himself shooting Mike?

The best part of the teleporting space blueberry pie eating contest fanfiction speech is that I spoiled it on Facebook and everyone thinks it was a zany non-sequiter.

When directly asked about Gus' orientation, Gilligan said the team had considered it, but deliberately chose not to make a final decision, thereby leaving the character's sexuality a non-issue.

"I'd be shocked if they killed the baby."

1) I can't see this happening. Hank has had such a visceral hatred for Heisenberg, especially since Walt staged that phony emergency call in "Sunset," that any direct confrontation probably won't result in Hank just walking away. He'll circle Walt, gathering evidence and trying to convince himself his brother-in-law…

Given that there's only two days left till the premiere, here and now seems like as good a time as any to make our final predictions. This is our last chance to yell "Called it!" before it officially becomes cheating. Sorry if someone else already made a thread about this, but I couldn't find any.

Dexter, in Hannibal Lecter's office:

I said this in an earlier post, but it bears repeating: Our impression of Walt has been largely clouded by what we now know about him. The first time I watched Breaking Bad, I went in blind, knowing only the basic premise. And for the first season, I completely expected Walt and Jesse to follow a predictable…

You know who else pushed it to the limit? Scarface.

Liked for "Bigtits McPlotdevice."

"But isn't the idea of a "true self" not necessarily related to how we actually behave highly suspect? Why should "who we really are" be defined by how we would act under extreme circumstances that will probably never come up, rather than by the life we actually live? Are our inhibitions not part of who we are?"

Very interesting idea. I think the underlying motivations (pride, masculine desire to provide) would remain the same, but without the existential danger posed by the drug trade, Walt's demons would never come out because they wouldn't have to. He may be a cutthroat businessman and kind of a dick, but I doubt he'd turn…

It's even greater because he literally was supposed to be the one who knocked, but panicked and forced an innocent, stupid kid to knock for him. It's easy to be seduced by Cranston's Cranstoning, but we must never forget that Walt is a sad, insecure little man.

"Of course, this is all said with the caveat that if we had gotten a 13 episode season, I'm sure that Gilligan n co. could've figured out how to make it work perfectly and we never would've second guessed them. "

Valid points, but don't discount the possibility that the show knows this and will let the consequences play out in the final episodes. After all, something has to pull Walt back into the game, since it'd be tough to play cat-and-mouse with Hank for 8 hours without devolving into tedium. Besides, Walt's been impulsive…

I love transposing Dexter characters into other shows just to imagine how their characters would react.

The last 15 minutes of Crawl Space are a master class in directing. That sequence should be taught in every film school.