“No, she don’t live here. I’m just fuckin’ the bitch. That’s the deal. No homo.”

I’d give it a B, maybe even a B+. The animation’s nice and I like the characters, so I’m willing to keep going with it, especially if David Tennant, Tika Sumpter and Steven Yeun are attached.

Boy, this show has “imminent cancellation” written all over it at this point. A damn shame too.

“This is a real shit basket” may just be my favorite ridiculous thing to come out of Thomas Haden Church’s mouth.

So I guess Dowd isn’t in charge of reviewing the big-ass blockbusters anymore, huh?

The last scene of Jeff’s family leaving several messages on his answering machine telling him to visit his sister’s baby not long after his death really fucked me up. Thanks for making this year’s Valentine’s Day even more depressing than it already was, American Crime Story!

Basically, this is just the stop-motion appetizer before the much more hype-worthy main course, Isle of Dogs.

I’m still convinced Lila is the spawn of Satan and will destroy all of humanity by the end of next season (if there is one).

Not even therapy’s gonna help these fucking kids at this point.

Finally, our long national nightmare is over... until Hollywood adapts an even worse series and the cycle fucking repeats itself.

Well, that was certainly the lengthiest shot of a guy with a bullet hole in his eye I’ve ever sat through.

Just imagining Princess Carolyn filling in the role of Robert’s bitch of a sister somehow made Amy Sedaris’ cameo even better for me.

Natalie Portman gangster-rapping will never get old for me. Ever. But I was still holding out some hope Vanessa Bayer would come back for one more Totinos spot this year. The lack of her not feeding her hungry guys was definitely felt.

After another viewing, it probably could’ve just been a deli ham, but the sudden cut from Andrew stabbing Lee to him carrying the chunk of meat into the kitchen was pretty damn suggestive.

Is it me or are these covers of obscure pop songs just sounding more lifeless and wooden? You’re not Glee, Riverdale. Unless the Pussycats are involved, why even bother?

Judith Light deserves a goddamn Emmy from this episode alone. The scene of Marilyn finally breaking down after coming to terms with her husband’s murder was just gut-wrenching.

Molly Shannon wearing sexy lingerie and then nothing at all in front of a stranger within the span of 30 minutes is more than enough to win me the fuck over.

Once again, the Grammys prove why they’re the most inconsequential and predictable fucking awards show ever. Seriously, in what kind of just world would Ed Goddamn Sheeran win Best Pop Solo Performance over Lady Gaga and Kesha, let alone Bruno Mars sweeping the big three with his boring ‘90s novelty bullshit?

“You guys do too many song monologues, you know that?”

Frances saying “Fuck you!” in front of everyone to her bitch of a daughter was so well-deserved. Seriously, I can’t think of a teenage character more detestable than her on any other current show.