I don't know what else I can say. Chalk it up to executive choice and accept that..

I actually didn't know that.

Because originally it was based on a memoir which took place at a time when rap and hip-hop started becoming popular enough to spread to the east coast.

Since it's Louis' grandmother, we can refer to her as Nai nai.

"Congratulations, Becca! It's a snail!"

Edgar, presumably.

Opening captions: "Egypt - The Middle Kingdom"

I'm imagining him shouting "BLOW IT ALL UP!" and Lindsay letting off a happy little "yay!" because of it.

I don't think they were really THAT fast. They literally freeze-framed over the majority of them, which I figure meant that Nina was holding out for the better part of an hour.

Well, we knew he wasn't going to kill her, but I think I kinda expected just tucking it under her head and giving her a blanket, an "aw, cute!" type thing. That fucking pillow fort, though…man, it's still making me well up inside.

Maybe they can figure out how to install VLC on Gretchen's porn-malware-infested laptop.

Average is probably the best way to describe this episode of FotB. I enjoyed it—a lot—but it wasn't impressive the way some of the other episodes were. DMX does feel out of place here, and as much as I like Eddie and Allison (okay, DMX bringing up gangsta piccolo was pretty funny), I wanted to spend more time with…

Her mother is JK Simmons in Whiplash, but with much less profanity.

"Whisper your dick hard" wasn't in the broadcast version, only the YouTube clip.

It's bad, for sure. On the other hand, it's also one of those things where in the previous iteration of this relationship she let him go to a mental rehab facility, so maybe Liv and let.

And, of course, Veronica Mars did a fantastic job of the same. Thomas/Ruggiero-Wright have this down cold.

I mean, Savage could have been the midwife a couple of those times. That could lower the age average quite a bit.

Christ, what an asshole.

There needs to be a better way of talking about blending two versions of canon together. Retconciliation, maybe?

Actually, the fact that she was serving pigs-in-blankets was one of those things that amused my goy self. I guess she's not *that* Jewish.