- I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry.
- Brianna should sound more American, not British. Or is that a snooty 1950s Boston aristocrat accent a la Charles Emerson Winchester III (M*A*S*H)?
- Monsieur Forez was there? Time for a reread of DIA.
- Wtf does a heron have to do with this?
- 18th century private hospital room = bed with curtains
- Oh, Cait, you are so good.
- Mother Hildegarde named her?
- Bouton rocks
- Master Raymond looks like one of the sand people from Star Wars.
- I like how they did the blue light. Less sci-fi than I pictured it in the book.
- Yay! The blue aura = Madonna explanation.
- Cat with 9 lives. Cat o’ 9 tails. What he whipped Jamie with. Reference.
- I know Claire’s going thru hell, but I’m still mad at her for being so pissed at Jamie. If only you knew what that monster did, Claire!
- Oh, Fergus, you sweet boy, acting as protector, as Jamie’s proxy.
- Suck it up, Suzette. Take a cue from Magnus.
- I need a Fergus. (To go with the Murtagh that I also need.)
- How emotionally draining was this on Cait? OMG
- A child to comfort. Fergus you are so well placed.
- Tell her, Fergus! I know it’s not how the book goes.
- A talent for stealing. Lol
- My stomach just flipped over.
- Don’t show it. Please don’t show it.
- Jamie to the rescue!
- Go, Jamie, go! Kill! Kill! Kill!
- I demand a duel? Lame. Come on, Jamie. Just kill him outright.
- So now you know, Claire.
- Mercurial. Good word.
- Damn! Mother Hildegarde is no shrinking violet.
- The green dress!
- The library. Also beautiful.
- Claire’s thought bubble: My husband has seen you poop.
- Hot chocolate, madame, before I take my pleasure with you in exchange for your husband’s freedom?
- King Louis has piggy lips.
- Don’t woo me, Louie. Just get it over with.
- Your brown hairline is showing. Fix your wig.
- He’s icky but it could be worse. It could be Prince Charlie.
- Nice room. You’re still icky.
- Claire’s thought bubble: A witch trial again? Wtf, 18th century? W.T.F.
- Comte doesn’t look smug for a change. I like it.
- I’m sorry I tried to kill you. Twice. Please spare my life. Oh, goddamit.
- Oh, Claire. You must be loving this.
- Thank you, Jamie, for making me La Dame Blanche. Power!
- Oh, hey, wait. The comte speaks English.
- King hands!
- Comte no likey snakes.
- Forez’s face is perfect! Lol He looks like Little Steven (VanZandt) as Silvio in The Sopranos. Always scowling.
- Be not afraid, Raymond. You know it’s gonna suck but you won’t die.
- Love, love, love that she gave it to Raymond first so the comte could watch.
- How did it change color?!
- Oh, Raymond. Very nice.
- “Oh well.” That’s all you can come up with?
- Good acting, Comte. Love the tears.
- King Louis thought bubble: Please do not soil The King’s floor as you expire, Comte.
- King hands!
- Another Wizard of Oz reference!!
- Oh, hello, King. I’d hoped you were done with me.
- Death arouses The King.
- The King is a 3 pump chump. Lol
- Claire’s thought bubble: OK. That wasn’t too bad. Quick and easy.
- King hands say: I’m done. You may go now.
- Alrighty then. I’ll just take my orange because I don’t want to get scurvy, and leave.
- Jamie’s home!
- Jamie needs a bath and a laundress.
- Black mourning gown?
- Jamie sounded 100 years old just now. Like he hadn’t spoken at all in the Bastille.
- Holy raggedy beard, Batman!
- Sorry. You’ve been through a lot but you must see why Jamie fought BJR. Forgive, eh?
- Shouldn’t Faith be smaller? I thought she was only 20-something weeks.
- Her eyes were slanted a bit, like yours. In the book.
- I think if I was going to cry, it would be now. I’m not. I’m safe.
- Hey, Louise. What’s shakin’?
- The shallow bitch does indeed have a heart and is a good friend.
- No, you can’t put your filthy, shallow, Prince-fucking, whore hands on my precious angel.
- Oh, I see the red hair! Awww!
- I love that Louise and Mother handled her like a live baby. Very nice.
- Again, Cait. You are a gem. Such acting.
- Jamie looks thin.
- Um, Claire, you know the duel didn’t cause your miscarriage, right?
- It’s not your fault either, Claire.
- The forgiveness line from the creek again!
- You told him about the king. Flat out. Like that. You’re a cold bitch.
- Claire, honey. Nice, clean 3 pump chump is nothing compared to what Jamie endured for you.
- Together.
- Yeah, Claire. People didn’t get divorced in 1740-something.
- Yay! Home to Scotland! Totally worth fucking the king.
- But you can’t have 11 apostle spoons! You’ve messed up the set!
- Still no tears from me. Either I’m a cold-hearted bitch or you’re all wusses.
Next week…
- Oh, hey, Jenny.
- Now my grandpa wants to fuck my wife. WTF, people? I know she’s hot but come on already!
