I never noticed Judi Dench in Hamlet 2. What the shit are you on about?

That reason is because you live in (one of) the best damn states in the union!

No such thing as a wrong blunt.

The pageantry and sublime mystery of the Holy Trinity? Maybe his parish priests are really hot and like older lads?

I could deal with most asshole behavior, including punching fans and getting into it with venue owners. Good friends of mine in a great punk band from my hometown pulled that shit all the time and they're legendary amongst a small circle of punks, drunks, heads and losers.

God it's like my father got reincarnated into the account of an online commentary critic!

Watson is no Blunt.

My only stipulations are including the Jim Morrison anecdote and eliminating that fucking on the fucking nose Hand of fucking God. Fuck!

A good solution, courtesy Trey and Matt:

Forgive him, Frank Miller is not an experienced cannibal.

Class, I have a couple things I want to say.

I would pay good money to listen to Steve Coogan reenact the entirety of the Man Who Would Be King. Fuck it, I'll produce it.

As sexy as Ms. Elisabeth Shue. Y'know the Karate Kid, wax on, wax off, crane kick! Hello, or Dreamer, the one with the fuckin' horse!

I had a right Dame Judi and had to wipe my arse and change my knickers.

No offense to your mom, but what the H-E double hockey sticks does she know?

Sex without love is an empty experience but, as empty experiences go, it's, ahh, one of the best!

You missed the Freudian subtext of Sly's Oedipus Complex in Stop! Or My Mom Will Shoot!?

In other words, a realistic and good-intentioned sort that has no truck with sociopathic serial killers or rape fantasies.

Ben Stein: Does anybody in the studio audience have a request for the next stalker? Anyone, anyone?

I think it was Jan Maatrichts