When Trish called Mal and asked his help, but also to not tell Jessica, and he was like, “Yah, cool.” That’s when I realized he had a big ole crush.

I’m surprised any character on this show ever goes to the hospital. This fictional world seems to say nothing but bad things happens there.

Blaine’s dad does have a point, money shouldn’t matter in a brain-based economy.

I think the brain effect has gotten broader as the series has gone on. Like I wasn’t too into the way they played the dominatrix brain. I liked how she used the dominance that would probably be part of a good dominatix’s emotional tool box to cow the IT guy. Less liked how the show seemed to say the personality is…

Mmmmm. Chavez ain’t MY advisor.

My jaw dropped and then I laughed the entire time of the (surprisingly graceful) lumbering of the alligator.

I hope Chet gets Weinsteined.

Every once and a while my brain would chirp, “Seattle would be a crater by now!” and I say “Shhhh, brain, everyone is so good looking . . .”

Good. She’s hilarious. She reminds me of Lewis Black in some of stunned pauses after she repeats some monumentally dumb thing being said/done.

I mean . . . if a quick handy could inspire them to be receptive to a little talk about basic respect for others, we might need to take one for the team.

I’m concerned Darryl’s baby is a football.

Yeah, she’s 69. You don’t want to know what I would do to get access to her dermatologist.

I’m not gonna lie, a man who would cook, clean and says cunnilingus is his “favorite” would get a lot of leeway.

I want Paul Welsh to win all the Emmies just for holding that cock-eyed yet sincere look of a Ken doll left too close a gas burner for every scene.

I already have a show that moves me to audible sobs in “Call the Midwife.” Is this worth the crying?

Man, how much do I love these “we’ll live the life we want” echo the ads from Delos for humans to sign up for a vacation with rape and murder without consequences?!?

Fair warning: This was pretty emo for a porno.

I need that black floral print dress in my closet right now.

Oh, man, that towel flip was like my brain’s version of Proust’s madeleine. So many years of playing in the den while my parents watched him. 

I’m surprised at this grade. My take was that the only explanation for this shallow, uninformed, unfunny take on high school education was that the writers can’t recall what it was like to be that age or able to empathize with the people trying to educate them. Everyone outside of the white, conventionally attractive…