RIP Elvis Costello.

Breaking Bad: Better than sex. Also better than the 2000 Australian movie Better than Sex, but that's not that hard.

I thought he was going to kill her this episode, until he refused to knock off Hank because "he's family." I fully expect Walt to eventually be that far gone, but I guess he's not there yet.

That's a depressingly dude-filled room, even though I really like all those shows (except Dexter).

I mean, we can all agree that Mike Ehrmantraut is such a badass that just being named "Mike" makes some of it rub off on you (and being named "Mike Trout" turns you into the best or second-best hitter in baseball). But Mike slugging Walt didn't really have much to do with Walt shooting Mike.

Heh, I love that Bob Ducca came up with this theory.

@avclub-75e43c12ef9f1cfdaeae92ca6fa90640:disqus Well, he was in chemo, and he was throwing up. Maybe it goes back into remission, or maybe it's just not quite as aggressive as the doctors thought.

Let's not forget Marie wearing yellow at the dinner when Hank finds Leaves of Grass

Gillian?

"that colossal wreck, boundless and bare" is a pretty good description of the White residence in a few months' time.

I really want to know who wrote that monologue. Seems like a Gilligan-y thing, or maybe the dude who plays Badger pitched it himself.

I'm hoping he's finally going to break good. We've seen Jesse in some bleak places before, but this is the first point at which he really has nowhere left to go in the world of crime. As Horace wrote, "me iam nec femina, nec puer, nec spes credula animi mutui, nec mero iuvat certare, nec tempora floribus novis…

Wait, the whole class was about teleportation?

Of course, where Gus was precise and meticulous, Walt is a man barely in control of his own life, or his own vomiting. He has to rush from the sink to the toilet and stuffs the towel under his knees after he throws up the first time.

Damn, I love Kent Brockman.

I assumed so too. Like when Casey Wilson and Adam Pally refused to play "Fortunately, Unfortunately" correctly.

Yeah, I mostly just wanted to make a self-deprecating joke. But I'm just paranoid enough to check, and you live in New York apparently, which means, no, we've never dated. Thank God, am I right?

Simpsons did it!, and better, too.

Are you my ex-girlfriend? If so, sorry.

A lot of the girls I had crushes on in high school or college wound up being lesbians, although at the time they at least realized they weren't into me, so I never had a lesbian girlfriend.