"but the show keeps shying away from genuine emotion in favor of jokes that, while overwhelmingly funny, detract from the poignancy and the emotional intimacy of the episode."

"but the show keeps shying away from genuine emotion in favor of jokes that, while overwhelmingly funny, detract from the poignancy and the emotional intimacy of the episode."

And that guy wasn't really the wallet inspector.

And that guy wasn't really the wallet inspector.

Triumph will be glad to hear it.

Triumph will be glad to hear it.

Zed's dead, baby.  Zed's dead.

That's great news!  I used to love Kentucky Fried Hiddleston.

Can't be.  Red-headed Hiddlestons went extinct years ago.

Then she really needs that 5 billion.

Not a bad episode but hardly "as good as it’s ever been."  The show would never last 23 seasons if this was it.

This category is tailor made for wrestling.  A character that you love to hate is pretty much the definition of a great wrestling heel.

Oh, sure.  You can win 50 grand for drinking donkey semen but you try celebrating the Fourth of July with bald eagle cum shooters and you have to see a parole officer every Tuesday at 9:30.  Stupid country.

And jazz playing surprise grandfathers.

I think they watched it when it was called "Malcolm in the Middle."

I'm presuming that, given their age, I'm no longer a kid.

Mr. and Mrs. Howell from Gilligan's Island.  Look at it this way: either I was with them on the boat or I wasn't.  If I wasn't, they're presumed dead and I'm a tycoon with all the sympathy tail I want.  If I was, I'm on a desert island with Ginger and Mary-Ann.  Yeah, I could handle that.

Bob and Doug McKenzie:
1 bottle Pinot Noir
Serve at room temperature.

Gary Numan:
1 oz. Cocaine
Serve on rocks. Garnish with fire.

Am I the only one who saw the pictures and said "nice ass?"