Black turtleneck = red flag of douchebaggery.

Bob was rocking an emerald-and-orange ensemble this episode.  I wonder if it was meant to imply "fruity" or leprechaun on acid.

Bert's quietly thinking "Well at least he's got some".

OH MY GOD
You killed Kenny!
YOU BASTARDS!

It's the yardstick of America's moral decline.  The less Pete hair, the more anarchy in the streets.

There is something of the Simpson's mysterious Karl in Bob Benson.

You may have misheard "in the Air National Guard".

The babyface, I think.  Or the sideburns.  Who knows, it's 1968.

Geez, the way Don and Sylvia panicked after Sally busted them was pretty damn authentic.  They managed a catch a real moment of personal horror there.

Tarth is both the name of the island and her house, so she is Brienne Tarth…of Tarth.

I imagine Ramsay and Theon as kind of a Cook & Moore of Westeros:  "I see you're feeling rather cross today!"

"Mother", it was the word the Yunkai folks were chanting.

He does have a way of getting under your skin, doesn't he.

So how about that whole business with Podrick being a great lover?  I had been hoping for some kind of payoff, and not the grateful prostitute kind. 

Hodor donates a portion of his as a replacement.

I imagine "I Got You Under My Skin" is always a popular selection.

Despite the novelty, "Dick-in-a-Box" was not the topselling nameday gift the Boltons had hoped for.

Turns out, all the oppressed people of the world need is a crazy blond and her flying napalm dispensers.

No more pork sausage for Theon.

He teamed up with Chauncey and they go round solving crimes.