It annoys me that the "skip intro" box pops up even for Breaking Bad. I mean, the intro's like 3 seconds.

Why do I always think of the perfect thing to say when it's too late?
"Shut up, Becky!" Oh, that would have been sweet.

He's the black private dick that's a sex machine to all the chicks.

Slab Bulkhead! Smoke Manmuscle! Crunch Buttsteak! Roll Fizzlebeef! Thick McRunfast!

Its inclusion here reminded me how goddamn great Dennis's CCH Pounder impression is.

She'll always be Stacey Carosi to me.

It's weird when you notice obscure samples in their original context. It kind of blew my mind when I realized that Jurassic 5 song with Nelly Furtado ("Thin Line") used a sample from Pod People.

ONLY IDIOTS MAKE MINOR TYPOS!

Well, Mufasa was an unelected autocrat who literally ate his own subjects.

True. Max is a cop, for fuck's sake.

This whole thread was as useless as that yellow, lemon-shaped rock over there.

How dare you! They have kids!

The standard for public figures used to be, "Say whatever you want about me, but leave my kids out of it." That seemed pretty reasonable to me. So it's pretty pathetic to see alleged alpha males actively using their children as human shields to say that they themselves are somehow off-limits.

Was the Sklar Brothers' store in the same strip mall Saul eventually sets up shop?

You're probably right, and I'm just throwing some crazy shit out there, but Qualls would have had to already be in town. Ray's death and the new plan just happened earlier that night, right? I'm not saying it's unbelievable for him to have been in town, but it seemed so far like Yuri and Meemo were the only muscle…

Are we 100% sure DJ Qualls was an assassin sent by Varga? When the scene started I was scared that he was a real cop there to rape Nikki. That would make it easier to get in, and Gloria wouldn't have recognized him either way. The syringe could just be a sedative, or possibly heroin or something to discredit Nikki's…

And she knew the score right away: she was being set up for the killing. This was not the first time she'd been bullied in a police interrogation room. Give 'em nothing and demand a lawyer.

Right now, you out. Ten minutes ago. Go on. There are laws, detective. Have your kindergarten teacher read them to you. Go grab a juice box. Have a nap. Go on.

Gloria was denied entry to the interview room Nikki was being questioned in. The holding cells are probably accessible to any cop.

If Varga's people can hack the cameras, they can sure as hell forge a signature.