Drinking your own urine does not inoculate against cooties. For that you need the circle-circle-dot-dot cootie shot.

"I never thought I'd die this way, but I always hoped I would."

People in comments talked a lot about the torching last week, but Lois Smith's death was way more graphic to me. (Great job from her, by the way. I had to go to IMDB to remember her name: that's a long career.)

The label says New Orleans, but the lawyer looks like a Florida resident and sounds like simple country hyperchicken from a backwoods asteroid.

And perhaps why enhanced interrogation techniques were necessary and good for making Knights Templar confess.

Look at Jimmy helping, really trying to help these people! To be that Iranian kid from Argo! I have half a mind to stop watching so I don't have to see Jimmy sink to Saul's level. (I am not going to stop watching.)

So glad people in the commentariat convinced me to go back and start watching this show from the beginning. Of course, I had that sweet instant gratification for the first season and a half before I caught up.

It's A Bug's Life / Antz all over again!

Best detail of the episode: Jimmy using the tiny, Bob Barker-microphone to call bingo numbers.

Like so many in the comments, I'm increasingly veering negative in the ratio of characters I want to watch (whether or not they are likable) to characters too intolerable to stomach. But then there's a class act like Ray keeping it together. And Elijah staying hilarious.

The A.V. Club

Whoa, who's in the van? I thought all the original members of The Ramones died.

"We are Alex Mc-Cown and we're here to make you think about sex and death stuff."

Time to reuse a two-year-old comment of my own:

So, ten books about Soccer Ball Droid and ten about a long-retired Jar Jar Binks?

Leatherface baaa-bies
We chainsaw things right through
Leatherface baaa-bies
We'll do the same to yooou!

Mike's voice breaking - too, too much. Plus the angriest we've seen Mike, great work from Jonathon Banks.

This is an Apple product, but the perfectly unwrinkled, even-toned hand in that photo looks eerily like it belongs to an android.

The imaginary fan is sitting in Clint Eastwood's chair from the last RNC.

We can all laugh harder when her teenage buddy's parents sue her. What the hell?