"Fed Lite"!

Maybe she succumbed to counter-transference and he protected her career; she retired "honorably" but, since she owed him, she agreed to keep him as her sole patient.

As Plato used to say, the mouth is the seat of the sole.

Viscera, sera!

It takes a lot of gall.

If the diners die… This is like a perpetual-dining machine. Sweeney Todd 'em!

Also, for clarity:

I am sweating this show's survival so, so much…

Those are real elbows.

I figured pink (like purple/eggplant color in the books) is the most reminiscent of the color of internal organs. Otherwise it's baffling.

Dr. Lecter's sequence of emotions between "I have a 24-hour cancellation policy" and "No apology necessary" was simply amazing.

The setup is very similar to season one of "In Treatment": our protagonist shrink is seeing a shrink himself, one who is retired but who makes an exception for him (and only him). And is very icy.

My theory regarding Gillian Anderson's blondeness here is that red hair, in this universe, is (will be) "taken."

"Feed me!"

That's right. I had to think it about for a second while watching, but this was the same conclusion I reached.

I couldn't decide whether the kicking of the football was capitalizing on JLM's real-life skills (likely enough) OR whether he was being saved by the editing, which kept cutting away from the transitions.

That's right; her wheelhouse is brittle aristos.

Everyone knows they're just cats who have been run over by that machine that paints road lines.

He does a thing, too, where he sticks out his chest, like he's leaning forward in preparation for a little Smooth Criminal. "So Joanie are you okay!"

Mighty kind of her not to leave the mess for Mrs. Hudson.