I feel like it’s because they know they’re kind of shitty and rather than fix that by learning some shit or getting super fit or becoming a kind, helpful person, they just look for someone to tell them that actually their suspicion that they suck is incorrect and, in fact, they’re inherently better than those other…

To be fair, we’ve all had that experience where you can’t open your blister plastic knife packaging, so you buy another knife to cut it open, but that one is in plastic too, so you buy another one, and so on until your house is full of knives and your wife leaves you.

I don’t know about the rest of you, but when I injure myself in a stupid way, my first instinct is to go the police and accuse a huge black guy of doing it.

“I’m not a Nazi, I just try to implicate their enemies in imaginary crimes!”

Another interesting aspecting of this - if you’re willing to fake a stabbing in order to make Nazis look like besieged victims, there is no way you aren’t, yourself, a Nazi. This guy basically outted himself. He majorly screwed up his life. Sad!

Hound and Brienne bonding over Arya not only surviving, but being in Winterfell a total badass with a sword warmed my heart.

I got so excited when Cooper was telling the Mitchum Brothers that he needed to go to Spokane, Washington and the Twin Peaks theme song started playing. I let out a squelch that I’m not sure I’ve ever made before in my life; this is what I had been waiting for, and when the moment came I felt so happy, the experience…

I was jumping for joy, man.

I wouldn’t have minded him coming back one or two episodes earlier, it would give us more time for us to adjust to Dale trying to solve this huge mess of a mystery, instead of rushing it. But this was a perfect episode, and the scene where he wakes up was so satisfying any complaints I had about too much Dougie…

Now I know that my own personal hell is having to hear Jennifer Jason Leigh eat chips without closing her damn mouth and sucking on her fingers after each chip. Each new bag she opened filled my heart with dread.

Last week I predicted that “Dougie” was going to spend the remaining three episodes in a coma in a hospital bed so when we initially saw in a coma last night I was proud/depressed to seemingly have predicted it. Thankfully I was wrong. Coop waking up was the greatest moment of the entire season for me.

I think I experienced every emotion during this episode. But I did literally jump on my couch, yelled “oh yeah!” and did a high kick.

Who else jumped up, pumped their fists and shouted, “Yes!” when Cooper woke up from the coma entirely himself? I grew to love Dougie but I actually got a little teary when Coop came back. Oh, how we have missed his inherent goodness.

I don’t think a piece of pop culture has ever made me smile that hard. Every single thing Kyle Maclachlan did was perfect—every nuance, every word. All culminating in the perfect line: I am the FBI.

I was already marking out when Coop started talking to MIKE, and then started god damn clapping with glee at “I am the FBI”. Just amazing, one of the most satisfying moments in TV history.

Happy to star, you pretty much covered all the big points about this ep. Well done.(Also, man, fuck Kinja.)

Happy to star. I had many of the same feelings and questions. I love the Mitchum brothers. I don’t know why. But I do. And I’m worried about Becky. Well, more like sad about her because I’m pretty sure she’s gone. I thought Richard’s death was long coming and perfect. Diane being a Tulpa was unexpected, although come…

Finally

When Audrey walked into the Roadhouse, I yelled at my TV “Eat that, Internet! It’s not a coma!”