Harris, come over here.  Fuck the Doomed.

President Deebo doesn't veto bills he just rolls up on a cruiser, socks in slippers then knocks you the fuck out then proceeds with a game of dice on the House floor.

I saw Reign of Fire kate Monday.  I know.

The Special Edition is the thing in which to catch
the conscience of the Goiter King!

Hark!  What glowlamp 'pon yonder plasteel viewport breaks?
'Tis Coreward and Padme is the Maw Cluster!

Chorizo and eggs.  I want chorizo and eggs.

Sidney, I swear to God, if you say one fucking word I'm gonna take this phone and smash your fucking skull in.

Here's a little something I learned in the CIA.

Nixon wherever has nothing on Pres. Rexall (and maybe even gormless drunk lunatic Nissen) in Give Me Liberty.

I haven't thought about the "'E,''S,' and 'N'" system of self-esteem compatible letter grading since before this episode first aired.

Alright.  No more Mr. Fuckin' Nice Guy.

If every pimp took a .22 to the back of the head the police would throw a party.

The preview does not put me in High Spirits.

BLUCHER!

This hardtack is making me thirsty!

I adore this whole goddamn movie but the most chilling moment is the tragic end of Uncas and Alice's unrequited love story.  It's barely touched on but by glances earlier and ends the same way.  Uncas, Mohican prince, heir and hope of the dying people, bravely attempts rescue only to die gallantly at Magua's hands. …

Magua will eat the eight pound human head of the Grayhair but only after Magua eats the eight pound human head of his women so the Grayhair will know his seed is wiped out.

You know what we got here?  A motherfuckin' Charlie Bronson!

We now return you to Bullitt, already in progress.

It's the cherry on a wonderful sundae of a film.