Green eggs and ham, which reputedly someone does not like

Yes the large features/small head thing makes her resemble a muppet. (Think Janice as a brunette, only skinnier)

…Ozymandias, look upon my works ye mighty and despair!

Was it the Seventh Sign or the Seventh Seal? I thought there were seals involved, as in someone braking them and bad apocalyptic stuff happening.

As a strumpet, I am attracted to many different kinds of men: blasphemous, religious, nonreligious, hilarious, humongous…

This movie denied it was good three times before the cock crowed (croweth? creweth? Screweth.)

You do realize that the statistics you're quoting are only the percentage of the people who were at home during the day, bothered to answer the phone, and decided yes they do have 20 minutes to spare to conduct a phone interview that will not benefit them monetarily, or really in any other way—and who decided to…

SwineCancerFluAids…got it?

Because sometimes protagonists are boring
"Why make a film if the story is only worth telling with a made-up, cartoonish super-curmudgeon thrown in for excitement?"

Vote Feudalism! Oh wait, you can't because that kind of defeats the purpose of…nevermind. Hey but it worked for like, a few hundred years. Then collapsed, or gradually morphed into something else, much like most economic systems—all of which are unfair in some degree to some of the people most of the time.

Toronto & Kierkegaard
Just On tHe off chaNce there's an unlikely convergence of universal and internet-related forces…

Deux Chimpmunks, Une Squelching

I thought the majority of people who go to see blue or variously coloured CGI were parents—parents desperate to placate their monstrous, overindulged offspring—offspring with short memory spans who insist on seeing the same film over and over again. Does this not explain the box office receipts for kak like this?

Coming soon: Baron Harkonen's flying fat suit with built in waste processing technology. The last suit you'll ever wear.

I heard there's a gang in Bolivia that kidnaps and kills fat people then sells their fat to European companies to use in beauty products. The police raided their underground fat processing factory.

Now I want you to all stand up from your cubicles and go to your windows. Open your windows. And I want you to shout: "I'm as mad as hell! And I won't take this anymore!"

Paying attention to losers only encourages them

A suggestion for the ending: the massive queef turns out to be a helicopter crashing to the ground causing a rumble that turns out to be an earthquake; and the earthquake turns out to be a global catatrophe, and then the global catastrophe turns out to be the destruction of the solar system caused by the sun…

Oh. I thought it was a site for matching people with mountain lions. Where can a single, thirty-something gal find an actual mountain lion? Sure it's a lot more dangerous and less effective than dating men, but what the heck? I'm game.

What Unrepentant described was not a checkmate.