I like how the Siamese is chilling in the background, going "big shitty deal. I can do that with my eyes closed. I won't — I don't pander like this one does — but I sure as fuck could."

Unless Frank killed her "for" Sam, as we're shown, but really killed her that way for Annalise, after telling her about what Sam wanted, so that they could turn around and pin it on Sam later (his baby, etc).

"We've always been very conscious of diversity in terms of our presenters and our performers," said Academy Awards producer Neil Meron, "especially when we're taking it up the ass from critics about not having any among our nominees."

Kenny G is weirdly ageless, in that he has pretty much looked like he was in his mid forties for the last twenty years.

Final scene is a montage of people around the world looking into mirrors in saying in all the languages:

I would pay $12 American dollars to see this movie.

WHAT? No. EW. I'm convinced she's leaving after this season, and not seeing or hearing about her stupid baby or her creepy shrink are the best things about that.

Yes, they back door piloted it during regular CSI last year. It involves Patricia Arquette intoning absurd dialogue about the dark net, and wondering why she clearly didn't see the awards for Boyhood coming when she signed on for this nonsense.

Beyond everything else that was wrong with the episode, can we PLEASE just talk about the gross gender-essentialism about Olivia's magically adopted son?

I initially read this as "hotel hookups with llama," and now I'm sad that's not true.

Looks like Sam Smith had a good BREAKFAST after the Grammys. Is that prosciutto?

He WAS really good in it! I was in college when it was broadcast; I will vouch for his talent in that show as not just being a figment of baby teen brain!

Does anyone else have NO PROBLEM believing that in real life, Channing Tatum is periodically just doing shit around the house, starts hearing Pony in his head, and busts into dance moves?

I would like to publicly accuse a dude I slept with in 2008 of having THE WORST smelling dick. Like so bad I remember it lo these many years later.

Oh my god, I never realized how much my cat looks like Angelina Jolie*.

It's been, what? Two years now? How has someone not set her on fire yet?

When I was in Girl Scouts, they were making us sell some Cheez-It rip off bullshit crackers that we were supposed to push on our cranky old neighbors when they were like "rawr, I have diabeetus! Get your polyester clad ass off my lawn!"

Tommy Lee Jones speaks for us all.

GO TO BERLIN. If you have the chance to go to Berlin for New Year's Eve and financially ruin yourself and you don't take it, you will spend the ensuing 15 years — at least— wondering what would've happened if you had, and realizing that you've only earned, like, $7 interest on the couple Gs you would've spent on the…

There's no way I'll pay to see this in a movie theatre, but I will watch the hell out of it every time I run across it on a plane or on HBO (and later on TNT or Esquire network, just because I'm sure the edited-for-broadcast version will be HILARIOUS in an "I've HAD IT with these MONKEY FIGHTING snakes on this MONDAY…