I prefer smartie slacks. More comfortable.

There Gastronomy course is taught by area eater Don Turnbee.

"Do you feel smug? You will."

It's because you didn't cite your sources! Sure, you can say you beat off to Miss November 1986 because she had a great rack, but without a fully notated bibliographic entry, how's anyone supposed to know that's true?

Tell me more!

He's just there to roe the party line.

This whole thing sounds kind of mysterious. I mean, what are we talking about here, some kind of science theatre?

It's ironic!

Hey egghead, sing 'Fair Troma'.

I've already launched a Change.org petition to discount the findings of any explorative online surveys. That should settle this!

I refuse to join any society of geniuses that would have me as a member. *waggles cigar*

How do you get to Carnegie Mellon? Practice … Mellon.

I really want a movie where the EPA are portrayed the way the CIA or FBI usually are in films. We follow a crack team of EPA agents, from the point of view of their idealistic new recruit, as they take on a corrupt cabal of polluters that have links to the very top of government. Get Michael Bay on it.

Also, "cockpit" sounds like a perfect name for a men's bathroom stall.

That's some goddamned sexy pillow talk.

In my experience, minor pedantic victories are the only things mothers are ever proud of you for.

"I like a man who feels comfortable enough to cry in front of me, though a sustained half hour of weeping every time he remembers he's wasting his life is pushing it."

Maybe you're just a "tit omnivore", so to speak.

He meant the personal library of a kindly old wealthy Republican, who would let young Glenn read any book he liked in return for gently stroking his hair.

And no more questions about whether this is a bit!