Lip was just up for the ass-whoopings this episode, though, wasn't he?  I was reminded of Louis Ironson in the Perestroika segment of Angels In America.  Picking fights just to get beat down seems like he's trying out penance for something somehow.

Which hiney?  There are so many nice ones around.  Jody hiney looks quite touch-worthy, though, it must be said.

That's also true.  And really, for as often as we've seen jilted lovers make scenes in public (and this is number two for Carrie), while the words were genuine, the scenario still felt very manufactured to me for some reason.

Debbie was a skank before she dumped Alcide and took up with Cooter.  Given the respective bodies, more or less a lateral move, but that's part of my dirty, dirty sexual fantasies (I could live quite contently in a Grant Bowler/Joe Manganiello sandwich).  The degree of psycho-bitchitude was the only real change, most…

Jealous much?

That last part I liked.  Everyone gets a dildo and takes turns on Richard's ass!

My read is that Karen was kind of taking a back seat through most of it for some reason, except for triggering the whole thing by yanking the arsonist's chain.  Marcy had some alcohol in her, Stu has no filter, though he can't compare with Bates in that respect, and Beccabot was just Beccabot when she showed up.

And I'm not sure if that was a play for hipster cred or if they just didn't want to pay to license the original for some reason.

And hey, more naked Beghe!   I heart naked Beghe.

"Except Luck is actually quality stuff, so enjoy that until GoT comes back."

Homie don't play dat.

Case in point: United States of Tara.

Arson, not so much.  Reading Hank for filth at the dinner table was spot-on, though.

I'm still trying to figure out exactly where that phone monologue came from.  I mean, we know the ex is a psycho bitch who shouldn't be depended on, so I don't quite understand the whole motivation behind Marty's rage in that particular moment.

If I didn't know that, like my grandmothers, Kali's mother was a black woman, I'd look at that name and say, "Now that's just too fucking obvious."  My grandmother gave my youngest aunt the middle name Vendredi because she was born on Friday, so there was a teeny bit of pretense to her.  That a black woman would name…

But one would think that, even with a dad for a therapist (and vice versa), there would have been so much process of this at some earlier point in their history.  Although, seriously, that would probably mean that there's no show to watch here at all, now that I think about it.

And I can certainly commiserate.

So I'm guessing that Dexter is out of the question…

Dinna like how they telegraphed the beatdown.  I mean, anvils cost money.

Mike O'Malley was credited with writing it.  Doesn't mean he actually did.  It could well have been shopped out to an uncredited ghost writer, like playwright Robert Patrick.