I love me some Karen Carpenter but the correct choice is Peggy Lee, surely. Smoky, melancholy, kinda sexy.

I expect a heaping of contumely for this opinion but the Glee version sung by Chris Colfer and Darren Criss is actually really good. Maybe it helps that it's performed by two men so the date-rapey element is suppressed and it's played for kicks.

No, I just re-watched the scene and here's how it played out: Josh looked over at Raquel, who looked down, miserable and presumably embarrassed; Colton looked over at her and instantly knew the end of that story. Josh could have intervened, but it was Raquel's decision and Colton knew it.

I have never liked Josh more than when he tore open that package of ham, took a little taste, and then just started shoving it into his mouth. (I hope he apologized for making a mess and paid for all the food he ate.)

A lot of valid points here, but I'm reacting to the scene as it was played out. Colton essentially begged Josh to save him, Josh deferred to Raquel, and Raquel said no. She may have had her reasons for doing so (although she's a rabbi, you'd think she could work through difficult situations), and Josh should have…

I felt briefly sad for Raquel and her loss, but after her callous discarding of Colton instead of saving him from his wretched adoptive family, she proved she was just as terrible as the Pfeffermans. She and Josh deserve each other: they can live in that big empty house and be awful people together.

I didn't recognize her, either. AT ALL.

YES. Her version is by a huge margin the best out there, because she's having so damned much fun. (And how is she so much better than Madonna at evoking Marilyn Monroe?)

She can deliver a line of three words or fewer. She generally stumbles over any more than that. But her pronouncing Wes Bentley "Yummy!" was the highlight of the episode.

She was good in "St. Trinian's", which also starred the glorious Gemma Arterton and Rupert Everett in a dual role (one of them as the school's headmistress). It's a very silly, very fun movie.

Babette's Feast. That is all.

Pauline Kael wrote in a review I think of "Mona Lisa" that a friend of hers described Bob Hoskins as "a testicle on legs".

Tammy has the nerve to call the Pfeffermans monsters? She's the fucking WORST. I don't necessarily want her to die painfully, but I want to her to not exist.

A flamboyant co-worker of mine ill-advisedly got that exact hairdo and was for quite a while afterwards referred to as A Flock of Gerry.

GODDAMN RIGHT.

Shangela Wadley's "Uptown Fish" remake/cover is several thousand per cent better than the original, though, Fred and Ginger or no.

You might have found the clip more unnerving if you'd seen it in context, because by the time it happens you've been primed to scan the entire screen constantly for someone walking towards the camera. It's not terror, really: it's a pervasive sense of dread, that primal, grinding fear of the inescapable.

"The bitch hit me with a toaster."

It's in Ezekiel, and it's hung like a donkey, ejaculates like a horse. Jesus, don't kids these days know anything about the bible?

Watch that Secret commercial and tell me she isn't the spitting image of Alyssa Edwards (or vice versa).