R.I.P. Finn Hudson.
Nice but ultimately ineffectual usage of waffles as a diversionary tactic.
"This is the age of deconstruction. Go nuts, young chef. Put a Jolly Rancher and a quail egg on a small pile of hay, and let Padma figure it out."
If you thought that you’d be spared truly dark stuff after last season’s Asylum … you thought wrong.
Rayna's vocal problem: a convenient way to get Connie Britton to stop singing?
A fly catfish who nearly passes for a dude poses as a well-known rapper.
The club suffers its biggest loss of the season.
As strong as ever.
Even when the show doesn't make total narrative sense, it can't help but fire off great one-liners.
Schmidt is at his best when he's at his worst.
At last, a supervillain!
Crashing, burning, and then soaring on the Sesh.
Did you learn nothing from Stringer Bell, Alicia?
If you somehow had not been aware that Miley Cyrus has transformed into a twerking baby doll, this episode let you know.