I was also subjected to Gremlins in 5th grade. I believe there is a scene with a human heart skittering across a floor. I don't know this for a fact, because I mostly repressed the memory of the film and have refused to watch it since.

Not a fan of Jamm, but his, "My beautiful curls!" when Leslie dumped the drink on his head was great.

Big old hairy vagina, don't carry me too far away…..

I spend too much time on the AVClub discovering that stuff I like/love actually sucks. Apparently I have terrible taste.

You are wrong and you should feel bad about it.

So was I, my young friend….so was I.

No, I don't, but my memory is poor because I'm old as shit. In college, I could remember every detail about my pop-culture obsessions. Now I can barely remember my own kids' names.

That flannnel-baggy jeans-Docs she's wearing at the end: in 1993 hot girls could wear that.

I remember having sappy thoughts about my unrequited third-grade crush to the soundtrack of Whitney Houston's "All At Once". Which was was about 1985-ish?

I can't remember the first?

They do have a baby with them. No baby is going to put up with being in a car seat for 24 hours straight, not to mention it needs bottles heated up, diapers changed, etc.

As soon as Marshall said he'd play his own music, I smiled because I knew what was about to start playing.

Another perfect photo/caption pairing for O'Neal's resume.

That scene in the police station: I've seen it a thousand times and it still makes me laugh out loud.

Yeah, even if they're completely wrong in depicting how one becomes a judge (I think in NY they're elected), as the spouse of a lawyer Lily would understand what that kind of opportunity means.

The poor shoe's eyes…..

There's a deleted scene where Reagan walks down the stairs bent backwards, with this over-the-top music playing behind her. I may not have crapped my pants but I peed a little.

I was too young to watch Threads, but I remember the commercials scared the bejeezus out of me. To the point that the word "thread" instantly gained a sinister connotation in my 7-year-old brain.

Rome. Rome. Rome. ROME. ROME! (C'mon people, help me out here)

Maybe they could try again with a reviewer who actually liked the show.