Oh, I see what your problem is, Asriel. You've got angels in your outfield.

I'm gonna die mad that they pronounce daemon as deeee-mon instead of day-mon, which is how I read it in my mind and therefore it should be canon.

"Hey, I'm an angel and I can fuckin' fly. Here's my bus pass."

Meanwhile, girl's spending half an everdeen in bed.

Episode 2, some guys who can travel anywhere instantly, still riding a boat.

The one thing that fantastical novels have taught me is that the best spy ever is a robotic insect. Literal bugs, y'see? OH HOW CLEVER. Ugh.

Why aren't you using your WORDS, William? All you have to say, William, is "Hey, Iorek? I'm Lyra's bud." and he'll trust you without question.

And this year's mother of the year award, for the 14th straight year : Mrs. Fuckin' Coulter.

SUBTLE, Scorsese.

I get irrationally uncomfortable when I don't see Will close the knife cuts. I don't care if they're happening off-camera, I need visuals.

WHERE ARE THE GIRAFFE-HORSE-THING-WHEELY-CREATURES? I NEED SOME SEED POD ACTION.

Hey, that island has porgs!

New Year resolution: Watch fewer shows with a Gomez.

Professor Asriel's Bedside Manner and Revue is my favorite burlesque show.

I'm digging the paintball-spattered fatigues there, bucko.

Professor Asriel's Bedside Manner is on point as ever.

This episode needs more panserbjørne.

It's hard to watch this show and not yell angry spoilers at my television. I don't want to wake the goldendoodles, you see.

I wanna see what this *physical atonement* might be, Father Gomez. Twerk for the Authority, monsignor.

What kind of map do you need when you have the subtle knife? I just want to know how this works, William.