I feel personally victimized by bird-Finn's "wanna eat bird-Jake" face.

Fitz: I'm Ezra Fitz.
Chuck: Please stop. You're embarrassing yourself. And me. And all forms of life within a one mile radius.

You probably don't remember me. We met the other day. I have hollow bones, like a bird.

I pregamed for this ep a little too hard and woke up thinking I'd imagined that. I should have known. It was merely rum, not LSD.

♫ Quit playin' games with my heart ♫

Sgt. Hill: I'm here to confiscate all yall's contraband.
Pvt. Part: Even mine?
Sgt. Hill: ALL YALL'S!

Do I have to put my fake foot up your real ass?

Jasmine Forsythe sounds like a glamorous soap villainess. Dark hair. Sharp nails.

Lord, that little "Yes!" He thinks that pathetic display was a victory. Louie is even sadder than I thought.

Hi, Mr. Harmon.

I certainly did not expect him to be capable of an expression that conveyed so much, so deeply.

Oldie but Goodie: Remember "Don Draper Undone" or "Don and Pete: There Can Be Only One?"

My eyes!

Neck of time.

It's like a bass drop, in that the bass is blood.

Not with that attitude.

Me: They're going to kiss! They're actually going to kiss.
Hannibal: *stabs Will*
Me: I'm not good at this!

I loved it and hated it.

Enough people believed in Abigail's continued survival (including me) that you'll end up on enjoying only infinitesimal kudos.

W.W.J.D. is the old shit. A.L.I.N.W.G. (At Least I'm Not Will Graham) is the new shit.