The couch sore, oh God, the couch sore.

The premiere of Justified's sixth season is proof of how the awareness of death can focus the mind.

Kim Richards is back on drugs, and it’s not okay.

What is going on with that hazmat suit?

Finally: Morningstar is revealed!

Ben tries to bribe Leslie into the same room as Ron by promising to let her rename the triplets "Ruth," "Bader," and "Ginsburg."

This week: An awkward adventure trapped in an elevator and some very pun-laden sexy-time in an institution!

This week's episode coasted on its high *gasp!* quotient.

Is this show actually a metaphor for women's lib?

Thanks to some masterful directorial decisions, tonight's episode is more restrained and purposeful.

Every person inhabiting this little world is stuck in a rut. (Except maybe that baby.)

This show is starting to look dangerously soapy.

Honestly, what's so hard about apologizing?

It’s getting harder and harder to keep track of the lies on Downton Abbey … or to even care enough to try.

Hannah's adjusting to Iowa exactly how you'd expect her to.

He brought breathless, Sherman's March–style showmanship to every sketch. 

Plus: vigorous scissoring.

Lots of Archerizing went down.

Less crying this week. But more Joel-Julia make-up sex!

The women on this show are all kind of terrible.