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It's gonna take so long for this film to get made
That when it's actually produced, she'll be solving murders in her retirement community.

The Whole Thing Makes Me Uncomfortable
In that I don't like anything that makes me side with Katy Perry.

Just About Done With This
Because every time she has to go to court, there are a half-dozen fucking helicopters hovering all around my office, which is a couple of miles from the courthouse.

In order to make the Evil less generic
The evil owls should have called themselves Owl-Qaeda.

On the other hand, it could be like Jersey Shore with machine guns.

You're a pistol, Sean
You're really funny.

If only there had been the Scholastic Record Club.

If I remember correctly, the voice-cracking phenomenon lasted a couple of years or so. At least to the point where in the summer after 9th grade, my friends and I had a running joke about trying to sound older in order to purchase beer from some of the more disreputable liquor stores: "I'd like to buy some ::voice

Sure, but Joe Namath was a big enough name in 1973 — as big as any athlete in the country at the time — that presumably how he got there wasn't a big deal in the show's reality.

Hail!

I LOVED the Scholastic Book Club. I would always order as many books as my parents would let me, so there'd be like a half-dozen sports paperbacks like "Strange But True Hockey Stories" delivered to me each month.

The Bradys lived in the San Fernando Valley, of course:

All of the shows that everybody mentioned in the afternoon and "Star Trek" at 6:00pm, except for during the summer when they would show "The Invaders."

The worst is when they try to make the fart noise and accidentally say "Shit."

Like a Twitter Feed
In the past, a lot of bad sitcoms have treated each and every one of their characters like a twitter feed: full of pithy observations that are all surface, and no substance.

Get in line, epochellipse, get in line . . .

The worst thing about Netflix is the popups on the web.

*threatening to charge the other with assault*

There ended up being a problem with one of the actresses threatening to sue to charge the other with assault. They had to hush it all up.

This didn't work in Mad Men, either
You'd think that a company like Netflix would KNOW that.