Don't forget she also spread some of his spunk back on his lips.

Bona fide showstopper.

Oh I won't be Mr. I'm My Own Grandfather
If I can only make them kiss…
"You know that new sound you're looking for?
Well, listen toooooo thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis!"

So it has Jackie Brown DNA?

I'll take the crab juice!

They'll be back.

You're trying to tell a readership full of pop culture nerds that Super Bowl commercials are in the same league as regular, ho-hum, everyday commercials?

If there's a god this will happen.

Stop… licking my hand, you horse's ass!

Holy shit Time magazine is out of touch.

Yeah, we weren't gonna get that without the caps.

HA!

If they'd just left that disclaimer off, this country would've lost an entire voting bloc.

Obligatory mention of: that one Comedy Death Ray podcast with Patton Oswalt and the community theater production of Beauty and the Beast.

You know another logline that sounds awful? "When it's discovered that he faked his diploma, a thirty-something lawyer must return to community college, where he leads a misfit gang of lovable losers."

Never forget.

While they may have gone a little too over the top with Newport's stupidity, ("Can you get that girl to do an ad for me?") I think we're supposed to be conflicted about how realistic the rivalry is between this lazy dunce and our committed, capable Leslie.

You have to admit that would be interesting, at the very least.

"…and women are judged according to the sort of sexist standards and well-worn clichés that form the basis of certain entire sitcoms."

Both @avclub-96c1ce1e9622ad07a3725d3e24951073:disqus and @avclub-0304234e5dac07d007cf06c22b3f29c4:disqus 's nephew are correct. Wikipedia must've not had the nards to truly go dark, so it's just a client-side Javascript "blackout." Looks like we won't have to worry about Jesse's band name after all.