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More with the commentary-making:

 

At the interview with the mother, if they'd been sitting any closer together, they'd have been in each others' laps. I'll need to rewatch, but I'm fairly certain Danny's arm brushed Martin's arm on the way out.

Oh, boy. Casual clothes. Button down shirt. Jeans. Being beautifully fluent. Guh. Notice the "Don't touch me" look when the Mexican agent smacks him on the arm. Hee.

Now he's slouching.

Alright, I know this will invite glares of death, but I still don't mind The Evil Wench all that much. As long as she goes off to play with Sam and leaves the boys the hell alone, she can live. She touches Danny, though, and death will follow on swift wings.

Oh, hey, yay for continuity. (I know, not often heard in this fandom lately.) Martin twigs to the accounting things, like a good little white collar crimesolver. Plus, the Viv interaction was so cute.

Smartass!Danny. I do so love him.

Hmm. Haven't figured this one out yet, and we're halfway through. Go WaT! You are hearby redeemed for the several moments of duh within the last few weeks. I'd begun to wonder about you.

Danny, you ignorant slut. His moto ought to be "Will flirt for info." And then comes the intimidation stage. Multilingual good cop/bad cop, complete with knowing smirk. This episode officially goes in the pretty folder.

Oh Lucy... okay, no, I'm going to avoid the gratuitous Ricky Ricardo puns.

And the fun continues. Jack and Danny running scams together is a blast to watch. It would, of course, be better with Martin around, but still enjoyable.

Danny. On. A. Crotchrocket. I have no more words. (Oddly, this phrase makes me think of my old exclamation of choice, "Jesus on a skateboard!" I love you Jesus, but Danny's prettier.)

He's sauntering. And smirking. I'm thinking this ep is going to inspire screencapping the world over.

So, now that I officially have no hint of intelligence left to me, it's time to study.

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So, now that I officially have no hint of intelligence left to me, it's time to study.

Am in a similar position myself. Should do reading, but really there's not much impressive going on in my cortex at the moment. Mostly it's a jumble of neurons going "OMG!" and "Underwear!" and "Button-down shirt unbuttoned!" and "Spanish!" and "SQUEE!*