I think the hurdle I'll have to climb over is getting a handle on the relationship and power dynamic between horse owners, trainers, and the stable owner. That's the part where I had to bide my time until there was more racing. But there are plenty of pieces in place to set up some great drama. My biggest fear from…

So do you need some prior horse racing knowledge to get into this? Because I was completely lost. The racing itself was intense and beautifully shot, but during the betting scenes I couldn't help but feel like Charlie Kelly: "What's the vig on this?"

Do I have to give back my TV watchers card if I thought the attempted poisoning was intense? But that lasted about 10 seconds before the woman died alone and the writers side-stepped some much-needed cast purging. Then I was all, "Oh, that's right. This sucks still."

If there isn't an Indian belly dancer named Hav Love in the guys' episode then I'll be sorely disappointed.

Because you can only have one grifter per team. It's a rule, duh-doy.

I had so much fun with this episode. And next week's is the guys' side of the night, which is such a clever idea. The writing isn't winning awards, but the show's inventiveness (in addition to the boat loads of charm of the cast) keeps me coming back week after week.

This is perfectly said.

I'm amazed, too, that Travis's disciple seemed even more retarded than his Lil' Kev character.

And Hardison's Jim-like looks into the camera got me every time.

It'd really be a shame if this gets cancelled. As with Laura Linney in The Savages, this is the role that has turned my hate for Dern to love.

And that's exactly what happens here, I think. The movie definitely felt well-traveled, but Williams' performance made me awe-struck in a way that I imagine moviegoers felt when they watched the real Marilyn on screen. She absolutely nails the role and has an amazing balance between sexual prowess and vulnerability…

I'm still holding out hope that the show will turn out to be stupid from the beginning when the series finale ends with this all being a horror fantasy in the mind of kiddie Dexter sitting in that pool of blood, never to be found by Harry or anyone else.

This very early on became one of my favorite shows because it satisfies two very different pleasures: my undying love of a con story and my eternal desire to fuck a hot, crazy blond.

"Bad idea snowballs" are when you pack an ice chunk with snow, right?

Absolutely. That line killed me.

Yeah, it sounds great to me. That's a movie I want to watch. And to live in a world where suicide can literally be achieved by spending your remaining fortune on a steak, cigars, scotch, and a screw? Heaven.

Yeah, Phil, not sure if you were in a bad mood or what but I really enjoyed this episode. Maybe I had more realistic expectations for the end since every heist scheme from the past decade tries to outdo previous convoluted schemes with even more cleverness.

To talk about the actual ratings for a second, I think they're a little dubious, even the 18-49 breakdown. This might be generalizing, but just by looking at the shows, I can surmise that it's more like 30-49. I think an 18-29 ratings list would significantly different.

And unless I'm mistaken, they actually had a third two-part episode that will appear on the DVD. I'll be picking that up for sure.

The show feels like 95% filler now until the reveal. It's like the show's central hook is
killing any sort of creativity. They're handcuffed to certain rules now
and it's fucking boring to watch the same characters fall in and out of
love with one another over and over. And since Ted continues to be the worst, least…