I forgot about the silly string.  But Palance hasn't been that creepy since Shane.

A cigarette smoked on camera has never sounded as good as that Chesterfield.

I can't stand the character generally but funny shit happened to him.  The ep where he wears leather pants is a fucking gutbuster.

It's being sold for high sixes on 1.5.

(I'm sorry) She has HUUU-GGGE, tracts of land.

First act sex scene in True Romance.  Yowza. 

The Pallbearer wasn't snuff.  Watching it kills the weak-minded and makes the strong-willed wish they were dead.

Don't, if you value your life, touch his Freshmaker sandwich.  Don't touch HIS SANDWICH!

Cox must've have sold her soul, probably to a plastic surgeon resembling Peter Stormare, for the relative success of…whatever that show is she's on.  Man.  What the hell happened to her face?

Michael DeLuise and Nicky Katt were coffeeshop bullies that snatched Chandler's cap and wouldn't let him and Ross use the red couch.

If you guys make fun of me thirteen or fourteen more times, I'm outta here.

Ohhhhh, I get it!  I get it!

I'm all for drunken, conflicted, Sonny Crockett-shadowed Superman from III.

Are you down with G-O-D?

I've often thought that a hellaciously cool triple bill for a Night of Film would be Animal House, PCU, then Old School.

It's easy.  You just don't exhale right into their little cherub faces.

No sin greater, no pleasure more exquisite than…central air.

It's an .88 caliber.  It shoots through schools.

After such wholesomeness I need to bathe in sin.

Tousle Robo Redneck's hair Mr. Hanks!