Yo! Joe! Oh, no ...
This episode was neither the bomb nor revealed much about who's on the receiving end of the bomb.
Julia gets some ill-advised action. Hank spends a lot of time in therapy. And Zeek and Camille possibly find their new home.
Captain America: The Winter Soldier crossover! Well, kinda.
Meet the Undertaker, a man with a fake nose who drinks blended cocktails in his underwear.
The one where the B word gets thrown around a lot.
Julia and Joel attempt to define the state of their marriage, while Sarah gets news of a nuptial nature.
This is the end. It says so right on the building in big bold letters.
A Max meltdown, babyish behavior, and a Joel-Julia cell phone drama.
Remind us when the results show is going down to 30 minutes again?
“David dumped my ass. At Señor Frogs, of all horrifying places.”
“Listen to me: I have not been taken. This is not a Liam Neeson situation.”
Gwyneth Paltrow and Kristin Chenoweth, great, but Heather Morris was the MVP.
Well, at least now we know for certain what's up with that guy.