I feel kind of horrible that the dialogue in my head was "Why the hell is Clay Aiken shilling for Canadian potato chips?" before realizing it was Martin Short.

My comment was really intended to be commentary on the fact that pretty much the first dozen comments were "dude...he's huge" or some variation there of.

Hey...has anyone noticed that this guy is overweight?

I want that inside me.

Curly Bill Brocius said it best

Some times a picture really is worth a thousand words. Or...4 words.

They had damn well better be making a Hector Salamanca figure (with working bell) or I'll be forced to...be passive aggressive about it.

"Dylan McDermott returns to the series and, in the opening scene, pays homage to both his role last year, as therapist Ben Harmon, and the horror classic, The Silence of the Lambs."

I figured that Shane was the yellow zombie in Carl's tally, except that it's in the wrong season so that's probably Lori, who I'd argue wasn't a zombie when Carl put a bullet through her brain, though it was off-camera, so who knows. But yeah...Shane is a major oversight.

"Haven't we all dreamed about Jeffrey Dean Morgan popping up out of nowhere and explaining absolutely everything to us?"

Hurley...as a murderous giant.

I loved the way this tied back to "Earthshock", even if they didn't outright reference it. I thought it was a nice touch of continuity.

They managed to sneak up behind me while I was wandering the Exhibitor Hall. I was blissfully unaware until I glanced back at something and caught sight out of the corner of my eye. My head kept turning to get a full view and try to process what I was seeing. And now I'll never be able to forget.

Meredith, thank you so much for using the phrase "Billith". Because that was the first word that I cackled upon watching that scene. It's like Alan Ball had planned it all out just so we could use the word "Billith".

After the amount of full body Lilith shots in this episode, I want to open up a bar and call it The Bloody Merkin.

I was on the verge of losing it as Jessica glamoured Hoyt, but I recovered and saw it as a really well done scene to bid farwell to Hoyt.

In my head, I have this scenario where Mark Pellegrino and Mark Sheppard have a standing bet to see which of them can get the most roles in genre television shows.

So was I the only one who wondered just how much Russell Edgington/Steve Newlin erotic fan fic was going to spring into existence this week? It's a question that I really don't want to know the answer to and am just assuming that it is "a hell of a lot".

Hoyt is dead to me. He's a popped collar from winning the gold in the Looking Like A Douche Triathalon.

Personally, the best part of that picture is the Mike Wazowski photobomb.