I gotta say though, Jemma's grudge against Aida was a little too Whedonian for me. Fitz was playing it right by acknowledging that she was newly human, and still adjusting to emotions, so it was unpleasant watching Simmons being such a jerk

You don't know that! Maybe, uh, maybe he's got bored of all the uh, sex, so he's SUING her! That can happen, right?

This man is the warrior we all wish we could become.

Pat Robertson looks like Yoda would, if he spent two hours of every day masturbating in an empty bedroom.

Well, thank you, Roger Stone!

Respect to Malcolm, all due respect, but "You look like a squeezed dick", remains one of the most brutal things I have ever heard a human being call another human being.

Oh, Missy. You were a psychotic threat to life and limb, whose mercurial whims often spelled the doom of anyone stupid enough be in the room with you, or too slow to reach the exit in time. I will miss your elegant, effortless confidence, and your giddy cheer. You were the man, but also a woman, and also the Master.…

Christ Jesus, does this mean Life Goes On is in danger of being revived? Can America survive another onslaught from that blood thirsty beast, Corky???

Well, it's like, on the one hand: I have no idea who any of these people are. But on the other hand: I can maybe watch Emma Stone kissing another woman? I mean, that would be great. Andrew Garfield is as pretty as a woman, so lemme tell ya, when he and stone were kissing in that Daredevil movie, that checked a…

He drugged those women, you unfeeling monster!

Brah. C'mon. You know how this works. We get really, really mad, we discuss our feelings at length, we articulate the many ways in which we are disappointed, and then we sublimate our anger and experience emotional release. By October. And then we're just too fucking centered to vote out the Nazis. The tyranny…

This guy's being sarcastic! This guy's being sarcastic about Trump!

Pudding. Bill Cosby ruined pudding.

I once took a picture of my own face while experiencing a deeply satisfying moment of bowel release. The result was so horrifying, that I deleted it at once. It was like staring into the face of evil. I really have no other way to describe it. It was way too primal.

Whoa, whoa, what fucking year is this? I don't need this shit from someone without antenna. I bet you don't even have the skin pigmentation of broccoli.

What the fucking fuck?

DRAGON FORCE! DRAGON FORCE! FOR EMPEROR JUNON!

Obligatory reminder that Orsen Well's last screen credit was as a planet that ate other planets.

But tell me, Professor Fancyworth: Will he be fat?

NOOOOOO! GAAAAAWD!