Plus the bit of sciency business where Cosima's lab partner gives her the results that show the differences between the samples she gave him — she called it a barcode.  If Sarah and Helena were from the same fertilized egg, aka identical twins, rather than two separate clone eggs, then they would have the same code. …

Did Leekie know that there was another "missing" clone aside from Helena?  Delphine gave him the name (verbally — I don't think he saw the list), and he didn't recognize it, but I don't know that he knew there was another clone to look for.  The neolutionists knew that one of their clone-seeded birth mothers went…

I am still surprised that Donnie was even willing to get into bed with Alison after the torture.  The only way that makes sense to me is if he is her watcher, or a watcher of some kind.  He's not off the hook for that in my mind because of the phonecall he was making as he was burning things late at night.

Yeah, I figure anytime someone says "Sorry to be a bitch" . . . they ain't sorry.

I so loved that because it was so true to her character.  Sarah sure as shit wouldn't have done that, Cosima wouldn't either, and Helena would probably just sniff everything and then mostly put it back where it was.  But tightly-wound, possibly-OCD neat-freak Alison?  Of course she would clean up.  That place probably…

Kira, who is apparently Wolverine.

@avclub-d96de8f5bed9dd19382a469854ea1c4a:disqus I know, right?

The CSI video enhancement technology comes as a package deal with evidence-processing lab montages.  'Tis a high price.

Oh, I loved the way Felix coached Alison to face up to the interventionists (I notice that Aynesley's husband was not there), but the part that had me rolling was just Alison cleaning Felix's apartment.  I was like "Ahahaha, he's gonna be so pissed."  They are so Odd Couple, it's awesome.

Not another clone — not exactly.  If there's an original, bobbed-hair-looking-out-a-skyscraper-window lady is it.  Can't wait to see more with her.

Tomas.  Olivier, the tail-fetishist, is already dead.

Contestant #3: Dr. Eldon Stammets, by about a mile.  Buddish, Budge, and Wells were impressive, and all of them were chilling, but Stammets wins for combining artistry with utilitarianism (mushrooms for your salad, anyone?) as well as presenting a tableau that was surreal and pastoral yet horrific — the garden with…

Jack starting to suspect Hannibal would make total sense for his character — when Jack has a conviction about something, he seems to stick to it even if he's wrong, though he's not wrong about Abigail.  I don't think it would be realistic for Jack to go from 0 to 60 and think 'OMG Hannibal must be a cannibal!', but…

@avclub-62237dc88a51b64f2882471cc2be1b3d:disqus Oooh, OK — def gonna move that book from wishlist to cart on amazon sometime soon.  Thanks for the details!

"I want sweets!"

I keep misreading Olivia Wilde as Oscar Wilde.

It always throws me a bit when people refer to a lake shore as a beach, since I immediately think of the ocean, but it must have been a lake — despite not really looking lake-like, and not really looking West Virginia-like, for that matter.

There really should have been bubbles spewing from that thing.

Zeller assembles lab work montages set to bumpin' music in his head.

No reason it can't be both.