Hey, you know those holes in the glass? Foreshadowing.

I'm really digging Mads' new haircut.

He has a strange freedom now to say whatever he wants— he's been marked insane, so nothing he says can be held against him. It's quite fun to see Hannibal speak without restricting himself to sly statements with hidden meanings.

It's the hair. It's full of secrets.

I love that she seemed taken aback that Will was still upset over a near naked picture she took of him. "Covered your junk with a black box. A big black box. You're welcome."

Rutina Wesley gives me life. She's so great here!

Thoughts on this episode:

I'll give that a soft yes.

*strums chord* This song goes out to all those girls who don't know what love feels like. *kills self*

Jamie mm-mm-mmmmmmm

My claim to fame is that I went to school with Scotty McCreery. Isn't that sad?

God I hope so.

Miles Raymer spelled backwards is Iggy Azalea. Coincidence?

While the means of distribution and the overall genre focus may change, I assume we will always be doomed to listen to white men crooning to acoustic guitar.

Harris pretty obviously cared much more about Clarice than he did Will. Jame Gumb served more as a catalyst for the development of her and Lecter's relationship than anything else. Which made for a great narrative that was a lot about Clarice confronting systematic sexism and little about a deranged serial killer. We…

Good catch! I definitely didn't notice that, though that's a great detail.

STOP.

He is a trap queen.

I'm pretty sure Bryan Fuller's sole objective is to make everyone question their sexuality and psychological well-being simultaneously.

Does he? "Penum Erectus!"