It's the equivalent of Breaking Bad killing off Jesse in season two, or Mad Men killing off Peggy in season two. I just lost interest.
It's the equivalent of Breaking Bad killing off Jesse in season two, or Mad Men killing off Peggy in season two. I just lost interest.
Jimmy's still dead, and I'm still not watching.
I want this to get canceled just so James Wolk can go on to do bigger and better things. Is that wrong of me?
"There's too many savages out there"
Marie's, "What do we do?" to Hank drove me to tears. That absolute helplessness and fear. Heartbreaking. I think this was one of the strongest episodes of the series to date. The tape that Walt made, that's going to go down as one of the most villainous things in TV history. It's deplorable, it's heinous, and worst of…
I hated Glee, a lot, and cringed anytime I'd be over somewhere and it was on.
Woah, that's next level clever.
"At least they do for me."
Well, I mean, she doesn't have a penis.
Dorothy is okay, she washed up on the shores of an island. She will come back next season telling us about the wonders of the Dharma Initiative, and how her Alzheimer's was magically cured.
Jay Cutler plays for the Chicago Bears (terribly, might I add).
With new and improved CGI Bobby Draper!
Don't recall it.
You buy it with the money you stole out of your john's pockets?
Pete's father can't fly, his mother can't travel by boat, and Pete can't drive.
Wow, did I really say Cynthia instead of Sylvia? It really is 4am, and I really have been rambling about Mad Men for 6 hours. That's what I get for referring to her as "Lindsay Weir" in my head, and on here, all season.
Peggy sure got Pegged this episode, didn't she? Right in her Peggle.
And both of their alcoholic tendencies, to boot!
People seem to keep saying that. Try and go back and watch season three. I recently rewatched everything on Netflix. It's The Carousel, it's nostalgia, we hold the earlier seasons in higher regard because they're in the past and we long to go back to them. Season six is stronger than earlier seasons.…
Yeah, one of the haunting lines by Faye Miller that has always sort of rung true about Don. Or at least, he fights to sort of breakaway from it.