This dress makes me feel so . . . anguished.

In the distance, I see myself . . . happy. Someday.

Me neither. Life is so . . . meaningless.

I'm not happy.

I wish they would have zoomed in a few times.... just a few... times....

I agree. It's downright Shakespearean at times.

How about working for the wrong side, realizing it sucks, then switching over secretly, while pretending to be in good with the villains? And the Rock Cried Out, There is No Hiding Place . . .

"Hodor."

Hodor and Groot. Buddy Detective show of the decade.

Yeeeeup.

It's so not the same thing.

"Every bullied woman" is not "every woman on the planet." Just as every man bullying said_women are not "every man" on the planet.

Yeah, I'm familiar with the theory and I absolutely agree with you. If Syrio is not Jaqen, then he is someone—perhaps a faceless man. The question (in either case) begs to be asked: Who was he sent to kill? And if that person isn't dead yet, then he's still lurking somewhere waiting for his opportunity. I imagine…

I'm all aboard with that theory. All freakin' aboard.

Yes, yes, keep telling yourself that.

The cashier was a dumbass.

I almost gave up. I kept falling ASLEEP. Or getting mad. And this last episode was like, "Hell yeah."

This was the first episode where I actually did not yell at stupid things happening on the screen. Mostly because Vasiliy rules everything and must continue to do so. When they were arguing over Samwise's wormy infection, Russian guy takes charge. Why? Because he understands urgency, motherfuckers. He GETS it.

Pfft, I was thinking, "She's strong an amazing." No reason to cry.

I looked and a few things came to mind: