- The last episode really took a lot out of me, mentally. Tonight’s episode better just be an accidental rerun of Scrubs.
- A minute in, and I fear I’m watching the end of the Shining.
- Please, hilariously ironic deity who I don’t believe in… either let June know how to properly hotwire a car… or let this dire wolf she’s confronting be magical.
- No offense. But who leaves car keys in end tables?
- DRIVE TO CANADA JUNE.
- I’ve learned enough by now. June will pull out of the garage to a tank ready to blow her up. Or, the Waterfords. Frick.
- “I’m not leaving here without my baby.” … Once again, I’d like to state for the record: IT’S NOT YOUR BABY.
- Listening to Serena and Voldefred fight tickles me in ways that make me feel giddy.
- Wait. GUN. GUN! SWEET MOTHER MARY AND BITCHBAG A GUN.
- OK. Now. Get in the car, and haul ass to Lollapallooza. Shoot anyone who gets in the way. And of course, we’ll start labor now.
- I’m with June. Hospital. Eff all that Doula-hippy-crunchy-midwife birthing. #ImWithPatton
- Gotta love that old world craftsmanship. But, June… keep that up and you’ll.. you know. Die.
- I guess we havin’ a behbeh.
- I think someone told me Elizabeth Moss won an Emmy for this show. I don’t know if that was for Season 1 or 2. But I sure as hell bet “Oh, you DIDN’T do a naked child-birthing scene?” came up when she was discussing challenging roles with her fellow nominees.
- That baby sure came out clean. And what, no afterbirth? Wait, why the hell do I care if they show that?!
- Also, this baby has already shown more emotion than the father. So, at least June passed on her humanity.
- Welcome to the world, Holly. It sucks.
