Courir de mardi gras, ladies?

Hold me captive and tell me all your secrets, Misty.

It's all fun and games til misty goes phantom thread on your ass.

I love that he's most frustrated by the fact that book club was all a lie. THERE'S NO BOOK CLUB, SHAUNA? HOLY SHIRTBALLS.

When you get a loan from "these guys" can you really be surprised when they turn out to be bad?

Let's get in our nightgowns and have a bacchanal. Good idea, Coach?

At last! Chekhov's nightlock!

The opening credits? Not a favorite.

It's all fun and games until someone goes stabbity stabbity.

Yellowjackets it is. Thanks for the recap, Showtime.

So what the hell am I going to watch tonight?

Being a lady meathead is really a feminist act.

And again with the pyre.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. (sorry, this is just some heavy stuff). FUUUUUCK.

Gonna need a jacket with that yellow dress, Shauna.

Lots of implications, misdirects and dead-ends : what is this, LOST?

All she needs to do is race-walk away and she's in the clear.

Hop after her, coach!

Oh, Shauna. Bless your heart. Do not go to a second location with this dude.

The popcorn is not my best effort. I put the powdered cheese in the oil before I made it. I thought it would INFUUUUUSE or something. No. It just burned.