Yessah! I think that covers it for the recap, and now I can start doing dumb stream of consciousness jokes!
All right, Lori. You already totaled a perfectly sensible family station wagon (strike one) but then you leave the turn signal on when you're just laying there not doing anything? I also hate when people don't use a turn single when they are turning. That really grinds my gears!
I'll bet Steve punched the clock more than once or twice on Friday and strolled over to Hatlands for a few pops. There's a likely lad!
Glenn's hat was ruined when Maggie smashed up a raw egg in it. Even though Tony was a douche bag, Glenn could have taken his paperboy hat to wear from now on. It would have looked like he was an enemy in "Boondock Saints", and the other survivors could have teased him about it: "Hey Glenn: Extra! Extra! Read all about it! You look like a dingus!"
To the zombie who pulled Lori's hair. Hey Z-Boy, only mean boys pull girls' hair.
You're not Triple-A
Lori gets out of the car and some walker is standing there all "Mehh" and Lori is like, "Hey, you're not Triple A!" and bashes his dumb face with her sick Sprewell spinner rim.
Good Housekeeping good manners award
Shane says "Thank'ee" at dinner and Patricia reminds him "No cussing in the house." Hey, just because civilization has gone to pot doesn't mean we can't still be civil.
Tales of sex
When Carol went down to Daryl's outpost to talk some sense into him, he acted all annoyed. But they seemed really, really close to French kissing. If they went into his tent, though, Daryl would have had to clear out a bunch of hunting magazines and cans of Mellow Yello.
When Shane is looking for Lori, you hear all these frogs and crickets like "skeet-skeet-skeet." And it's the show's way of saying "Hey man, this world has gone to hell. You thought your Zoomba and Smart car and Pinterest were such a big deal? Well these frogs and crickets just keep eating flies and making rhythmic noises, whether you're sitting on your couch watching "The New Adventures of Old Christine" or fighting for your life, baby, they just don't care!"
Hershel is a rootin' tootin' sharpshootin' cowboy. When Rick harangues him for skipping the gun training, Hershel is like "Dude, I can shoot, you can even ask my mom, I just don't like to."