"I need to see a lot less conscience and a lot more cojones, and I need to see them pronto." Absolutely the best thing about all this, because like anybody gives a damn about Eggs, is the way it gives Jason and Andy both license to be amazing. The only thing Andy ever needed was a son to perform in front of, and clearly the only thing Jason has ever needed in his entire life was a dad, so now they can just be together and impress each other and live up to each other's example, and in this way actually become men. Brilliant. Doomed to failure and heartache, but brilliant.

"Bud Dearborne's a good man, he's a good cop, but he is tired and he is old and he don't see the holes like he used to." Especially in this instance, because nobody is seeing the holes, because that's the point. I remember last year it was like, "How does Bon Temps come back from this?" And they did that stuff with the girls in Merlotte's talking about the tainted alien vodka or whatever, but honestly, it's a story point and a major one: They don't, except by doing it. Jane Bodehouse will never have feeling in her fingertip again, but that's what you get for sunbathing near alligators or whatever the fuck.

And so you've got a lot of narrative complications, on a scene level as well as a season level, bursting out of that one idea -- that Bon Temps is more broken now than it was already, and everybody is scrambling toward denial even more than they were already, and those touched by the unseen are even more alone than they were already, because everybody else is circling their mental wagons and making mental casseroles for each other and pretending there's not a black hole in the middle of town where all their dignity and shame got shoved.

Or as Jason says, "I ain't even sure what normal is anymore." Andy suggests that, for Jason, getting tail is normal, so why not get some tail. Jason shivers, uttering his personal mantra -- "That's the old Jason, I wanna be New Jason" -- as usual, like a combination prayer and letter to Santa, and Andy just shakes his head. "When this thing blows over, you can go out and not get laid all you want to." Until then? "Conscience off, dick on, and everything's gonna be all right." He makes Jason say this new mantra with him several times, and it's adorable, and then he melts again into the shadows like a grunting awkward ninja: "I wasn't here tonight, Stackhouse."