So how do we feel about the Italian stereotypes that have shown up in comedy since The Mooch took over?

It would have been better only if Joe E. Brown in a yacht hat had turned to Tommy Lee Jones and said, "Nobody's perfect!"

See, I don't need this. I think Colbert's Trump cartoon interviews last summer were a mess. They made Trump a harmless, risible figure and emphasized that he is part of the entertainment establishment.

How much longer is it going to take?

I haven't listened to that podcast since Longworth mispronounced two actors' names in one show.

Ash him, Mr. Green! Ash the hell put of him!

Come on. He italicized his, which is how one punctuates the title of a film. So, technically, this loser came first.

"Dating myself" is what I used to do a lot of Saturday nights.

Maybe there can be a Dahmer Meets Salinger film called Rebel in the Rye, People in the Fridge.

Addendum: His worst book is the most read.

Pynchon wrote the liner notes for Lotion, and he went to Oyster Bay High, and oysters make a mighty fine chowder. So … ?

I Am Not a Serial Killer. Oh, Wait. Yes, I Am.

"That was the day I realized that all you really need in life are good friends, a couple of cases of Heinz 57, and a circular saw."

I don't have to look at OJ's photo. I can just look at OJ himself! There he is—right outside my window!

How dare you! That is the finest Mariah Carey I have ever seen!

There's a goddam spider who had a couple of cups too many this morning.

It's showing up in SC once more. I got to have pistachio almond when I was at the beach..

My favorite ice cream ever was Breyer's Cherry Vanilla. I bought a carton of it, brought it home, and sat down to eat. One bite in, I spit it out and told my wife that "This isn't ice cream." We looked at the carton and saw that euphemistic bullshit. I went online, googled "Breyer's sux"—that's how mad I was—and found…

So—nothing this week?

Watch again. She left it there.