That's good, but I prefer this one:

I'd rather give you my heart, make it real.

[ANIMAL REACTION SHOT]

"Time to move on," says local man in argument against basic dignity for trans people in 2017.

[MASSIVE SPIT-TAKE]

Joking aside, Nolan's last two major films have both had problems with audible dialogue. I had to strain to make out every word that came out of Bane's mask, and I completely missed several lines in Interstellar (including Michael Caine's deathbed confession) because the sound mix was so muddled. But that last one…

I feel like Memento is the cool answer, The Dark Knight is the honest answer, and The Prestige is the correct answer.

[joke about Bane's voice]

No, you've met her.
…You let her in.
…She's standing right over there.

I get lots of songs stuck in my head, not usually the same one over and over again.

It *is*, however, something for Dikachu to sneeze at.

Oof. It's not quite on the horizon yet, but I love my girlfriend and there's a good chance we'll be getting married in a year or two. Her family is pretty devoutly Catholic, mine is Protestant (but generally not too hung up on denominations). She and I are both disillusioned and lapsed from our respective religions,…

"You know how I know you're gay? You listen to jizz music."

I'm not a writer and know next to nothing about how good screenplays actually work, but one thing I know is that it's hard to care about a scene if nothing changes and no new information is revealed about the characters.

Are you here to solve my ketchup problem?

One time I did a Google image search for trypophobia.

What's that extra B for?

As long as you're not laughing at Neil Diamond, because his fans will murder you.

…or 9/11 AIRLINES.

My 6th grade chorus teacher had us sing that song. It was years later when I realized that was super weird.