Watch out for Dude-as Iscariot.

No convertible Lexus.  Infiniti only.

Michael Keaton vociferously declining the job at the Sentinel is also great.

McKellar makes some fine films that are provocative and intimate.  I loved Last Night and its shifting permutations of humanity in the face of inexorable bleakness.  Sarah Polley's in it too!

Mare Winningham at her sexiest?  So vaguely fuckable?

Come inside me Goose.

Murtaugh uses one to get the lowdown on Riggs from the permed police psychiatrist after witnessing his new partner's first instance of batshittery.

Lenny Nero wouldn't have paired that tie with that suit.

1941 lied to me about so much!

I just broke out that album to listen to "On Her Majesty's Secret Service," two days ago for the first time in years.  It's also got Shirley Bassey singing "History Repeating."  Good Techno.

It's great.  Barreled through that fucker in two days and change.

The Dome is being continually shook and gawked at by that autistic kid from St. Elsewhere.

I really love Harry Dean Stanton's version of that he plays on acoustic guitar in the first season of Big Love.  It was for one of Nicky's kid's b-day.

What an idiot!  It's unfinished look was camouflage, stupid!  Palpatine clearly says its fully operational before blowing up some Mon Cal cruisers and Nebulon Q's.

'Zatafact now?  Awesome.  I will drink to the hope of watching a certain horse-faced alien pimpslap Thor.

I want to go to school to be a Zooeyologist.

That facial hair is no mere style or brand, that is just what Hawke is and does.

Keep ze bottle!

Yew can't smoke pot in skewl.

Luke Cage?  I understand the origin of his power now.