I wanted Leif to hold up one of the bananas, that looked little on the plate a moment earlier, and for the bananas to then be as big as he was.
I wanted Leif to hold up one of the bananas, that looked little on the plate a moment earlier, and for the bananas to then be as big as he was.
Tarzan voted for Leif???? WTF
Troyzan made the smart move. But I think when you're voted out, you still can't talk to anyone in your family. You're probably still in quarantine and under "don't tell anyone you were voted out" rules until your episode airs.
I like when the auction was for what Jeff called "a LITTLE nourishment" (the smoothie)…and Leif won it.
I'd like to win the auction for my family's letters then, without even opening the envelope, rip the letters to shreds. THAT WOULD SHOW EVERYONE HOW BADASS I AM…like when Keyer Soze killed his family in front of his kidnappers. Or something.
They should make sequels to other Scorcese films:
That's how I felt during Citizen Kane II: The Rosebud Is Coming From Inside the House!
Well, they already made a Randy Quaid-led sequel to National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, so there's that.
Those are some awesome "But you wouldn't hit a guy with glasses on, wouldja?" glasses Spike's rocking there.
Boy, would I like to fuck Twitter, if only it would shut up.
Girl 6 would like to have a word with you.
@avclub-9bde0966a254ae14403aff3c9af2a06f:disqus : It was in his Hand to Mouth collection, where he chronicled several of his failures, including a card game that he invented that never went anywhere. The detective thing is more of a novella in length, published in its entirety in Hand to Mouth. I read this just as my…
So I guess we'll never see Synecdoche, New York 2: Synecdochier anytime soon?
One of Paul Auster's earlier works was an attempt to turn the murder-mystery genre upside-down. Instead of a suicide that turns out, after extensive investigation, to be a murder, he wrote about a murder that turns out, after extensive investigation, to be a suicide.
I think you mean O'Neal, T'Woal.
Back in the days of VHS I made a tape that contained clips of movies I enjoyed, and one of those clips was the Lee Evans-does-Jerry-lipsynching-bit at the club. Fantastic stuff.
I would buy a lifetime pass on this hate train.
I'd like the pilot to end with Foer and Stiller falling out of a burning building in reverse and into the jet engine of a plane.
Wait…you "really enjoyed" "Interiors"?
Very easy to miss was the use of TWO sets of quotes to describe him on the show. Not "Style Expert" but "Style" "Expert"!