Second episode for the season, and there was a WHOLE lotta lotta going on. Wanna know what I was thinking while I watched it? Sure, yeah? Well, here ya go.
NOTE: this time I’ve done it by minutes in the ep, from the TV so there’s extra with the whole commercials thing.
:04 — Oh Rick. Brother’s tripping hardcore. But I do love Sara, it’s good to see her. So there’s that.
:07 — Woodbury. Brought to you in part by Firestone.
:11 — Daryl & Merle, roughin’ it. We all know what the right move is. So do you, Daryl.
:15 — Uh oh, the Governor is all in black. That’s not good y’all.
:21 — Poor Carol.
:26 — You’re a better man than your brother Daryl. But we all knew that already. Still, nice to see it.
:31 — Oh, NASTY! Okay, that was sweet.
:32 — Bullshitter Merle. *grumpyface*
:33 — FUCK YEAH DARYL! First rule of the Zombie Apocalypse: don’t be a dick.
:36 — And again: FUCK YEAH DARYL! Meanwhile, Merle speaks the ol’ language of universal love. It’s amazing he’s still single.
:41– Glenn is not up for reasonable thought right now.
:42 — “Rick wandering Crazy town….” Oh Glenn, you always know exactly how to nutshell a situation.
:43 — Yea, though I walk through the Valley of the Zombie Apocalypse, I will use no common sense.
:46 — “I’ve got… stuff….. I don’t know what it means. ” Do tell, pumpkin. It means you lost your shit. That’s what it means.
:47 — Get your ass back home Daryl; somebody’s mackin’ on your woman!
:49 — Oh. Problem solved. Come when you can.
:50 — Joe Manganiello wolfing out in the Talking Dead ad! Love it!
:53 — When Andrea hears about this, no sex for you, buddy.
:55 — HOLY SHIT DID HE JUST SHRUG TO MISS A BULLET? Say what you want, but apparently batshit crazy is also badass to the Nth degree.
:56 — Who the fuck is… DAMN.
:59 — FUCK YEAH DARYL! And also, Glenn! Okay Merle, even you get a fuck yeah. But not in allcaps. I’m still watching you.
So…
– Will Laurie keep walking around in the woods while keeping her white gown crystal-clean?
– Where did Merle’s bayonette-hand go?
– Does the Governor finally whip out the eyepatch?
– Will I ever be able to look at a Food Truck in quite the same way ever again?
‘Til next week, who knows?




