The only appropriate 1970's GM station wagon of that era is the Vista Cruiser. The End.

"fate made him act like shit." Listen, troll, I hope you're as generous with me when I punch you right in the fucking golf ball that encases the garbage that you call your brain. It will be Fate acting through me.

They did different things. Also, Richard Pryor was funnier than pretty much everybody, ever.

We are going to need some really good War on Christmas carols if we want to win this thing. I wrote two to get us started.

How do you solve a problem like Pope Francis? How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?

My judgement says yes.

I bet those bishops threw some GLORIOUS shade at the Pope. Can you imagine being into Pope Benedict and then Francis comes along and you have to act - in public - like you revere him, but secretly you hate everything he stands for?

I judge me too. I judge me the best ever.

Amen.

Ouch, how did a 7 mile long Porsche get wedged on a small semi?

Dodge Challenger SRT Hellcat is so last week. I want a Yugo GV THUNDERCAT in my garage.

I want a shot behind the wheel of that Yugo! BTW: That is not a sentence I ever thought I would speak or type in this life.

fuckin cancer havers

Don't voice your opinion ever when there's a preggo lady, not even if the baby is coming out of her cooch and you're her doctor.

What? Hold on a second. I've been to Disneyland and Tokyo Disneysea, Universal Studios and Knotts Berry Farm by myself as I generally travel solo and love theme parks a bit obsessively. If I was denied entry purely on my single status I would be pretty pissed too.

This veteran thinks your husband is wrong. Many veterans struggle with anger, depression and a general loss of purpose (all touched upon in this episode)

I think checking-in with every character was what killed the second and third seasons. I like this format.

No comments on the strongest (albeit brief) moment in this episode. The only force on this earth that could stop Abraham from killing Eugene was 90 lbs of Rosita.