Oh, like shitter = turd-cutter?   Yet another charming term I learned from my 75 year old neighbor….

I can't decide if using rubber bands to tighten a face is more batshit crazy than regularly scheduled plastic surgery.  Joan Rivers must be wondering how much money she could have saved going that route…

However we have to do it, let's complete this trifecta in whatever way possible.

Maybe she'll ride in on a float of hydrangeas.

I hate to admit this, but I very much care about shitkicker-on-shitkicker crime.

You can "undo" a like, if you really feel bad about it.

Sorry Vince, but you're nowhere near likeable enough to play Jim Rockford.

Consider that Pete fared this poorly against Lane, and then remember that he ducked a throwdown with former wannabe boxer Roger just an episode or two ago.

Beige drapes, beige carpet.

If she could could interrupt her guests just HALF as much, it would be better.

I enjoy TBTL quite a bit and think less Jen is an improvement.

I thought Molly Lambert had one of the better Mad men recaps I've read of last night's episode.  She's worth a read.

"You're being awfully demanding for someone who doesn't have any other choice."

"When the war is over, we're going to open up a clinic together…"

"How old are you?"

Makes sense—it's the difference punting a football and a medicine ball.

Yet he railed Peggy twice(?) and locked down Trudy.

It was only a little over 69 years between Custer's Last Stand and Hiroshima.

Simon's contempt for Wire fans reminds me of Patton Oswalt's line about one of his college professors:  "His hatred for us was so thick and rich you could pour it over pancakes."

He wants it to be one way, but it's the other.