Hey, all I’m saying is that would definitely be the second thing I’d notice. The important question is: who is going to voice his automaton wife/partner in crime he built out of a window dressing mannequin? My first pick would be Gwyneth Paltrow voicing F.A.N.N.Y.

Seriously, what’s more childlike than to refuse to take your shoes off when asked because you don’t want to, and , and your feet get cold!

Charlie Day has a lot of making up to do after Fool’s Paradise, so if we can get him on board he’ll cover most of the funding. So just the usual amount of cocaine.

I mean, “A man on a flying bicycle?!!!” would be my first thought. But immediately followed by “Built for two with a mannequin on back with its hand on its ass? What the fuck?!” But I agree, if you’re making a Turner D. Century property you really need to show, not tell. I hope the bicycle is called H.G. Wheels and…

Samuel J. Jackson post-Secret War Nick Fury: “We need to get him off the streets before he does something he thinks is folksy, but is actually profoundly racist.”

Tell me he has a jet powered jalopy and constantly flips dimes into the hands of baffled bystanders (he thinks they’re stunned at what a big tipper he is)

Meadow: The doctors say to speak positively around him, it’ll help with his recovery.

This is worse than the time 

Bud Bundy can grow a better beard than that.

You also played the Kyle Rittenhouse game: which is objectively worse, and by how much?

I just finished The Suicide Squad the other night and it really is funny, and a lot of fun. King Shark remains my favorite character and it took until the end credits to find out he was voiced by Sylvester Stallone, which I never would have guessed.

You met Michael Imperioli? Did you ask him if he was going to hog all the ice?

Seriously, if you’re not sporting a fez and silver spray paint all over your mouth howling WITNESS MEEEEEEE then I don’t even know what the fuck we’re even doing here.

You Armagettit.

You kidding? I wouldn’t want to close my eyes. Certainly wouldn’t want to fall asleep.

Someone never read about the Pinkertons, and it shows.

...so what you’re saying is, the only real viable option we’d have is to land a team of space trained oil roughnecks on it to drill a nuclear warhead and explode it in its core? Sounds risky, but projections show it can be accomplished with just one casualty.

Arrakis, a new fragrance by Hermes.

I mean, I skipped Oppenheimer when the trailer gave away the ending in the first five seconds. How am I supposed to sit through three hours after those kinds of spoilers?