"He's like both of us," Bill thinks, flashing back for a second to that house, "proud, stubborn, and angry." Back to the briefing room: "But he's coming into his own. Especially in the last few months." Carolanne gets intense: "Don't tell me, tell him!" Or, you know, better yet, show us without telling anybody at all, since this is the first we're seeing and/or hearing about it. Bill shrugs that Lee knows, and Carolanne speaks up on behalf of Rabbit Angstrom and every other man who ever needed a hug in the history of the goddamn Western literary canon: "Knows what? That the Admiral's going to give him a good performance review? Or that his father loves him?" TAKE IT OUTSIDE. FUCKING A. Why is it every time a writer on this show -- no, every male writer ever -- wants to tug your heartstrings and can't figure out how, they go straight to the Easy Rider/Iron John place? And just baldly repeat it, boilerplate? If you'd actually illustrate this stuff, that would be one thing; that's personal and real. But constantly pulling out the Your Personal Father Was Not Demonstrative With His Affection card every other second, without regard to setting it up or making it anything other than what it blatantly is, is lazy. Almost as lazy as everybody's drunk mommies hitting you with sticks all the time. I get it if this stuff applies to you personally, and you feel connected to it -- and in this case, have I got a literary canon for you! -- and I'm certainly not going into my personal shit with you about it, but there's a difference between a single reader's response and objective quality and craftsmanship of writing. "I liked it" is different from "it is well-formed." Every little kid has lost at least one pet, but I don't wanna read a hundred novels about dead pets written by five-year-olds, either. So fucking whatever: "Don't tell me the Admiral's facade extends to Lee too."