I can imagine him excitedly yelling from the passenger seat to the Taco Bell employee, "Fire sauce! Gotta have the fire sauce, man!"

The finale converged two disparate elements quite nicely: conventional plot machinations which are inextricable from a "boogey-man" thriller like this one, and the deeper, more philosophical investigation about what it means to have faith.

Props to the art department here as well. You could practically feel the combination of vomit, stale booze, dried sweat, and cigarette smoke permeating your nostrils, both at the biker bar and Ginger's house.

BREAKING BAD is my favorite TV show ever. That hasn't changed. But on a visual level, this is making it look amateurish.

This show doesn't fuck around.

A few stray observations: