This might not expand the joke the same way "Homer Defined" does, but it's the first thing I think of whenever someone mentions, "if you look x up in the dictionary, you'll find a picture of…y?"

Wow, Charlie came from another planet?

I hate my brain
Since my first exposure to him was United Buy & Sell Furniture Warehouse commercials, my brain always associates Landesberg with those ads first. Many a rerun of Barney Miller has failed to shake that.

"Laser activity will exist in thirty seconds. Put on your goggles."
My eyes! The goggles do nothing!

If Nash wanted to play a rollicking British Christmas pop song (or, British Christmas pop song) she should have gone with "I Wish It Could Be Christmas Everyday" by Wizzard. Oh, why does the Christmas number four single get no love?

Well, I don't guess I can argue with that. Even when he held down a somewhat respectable job, you knew Waylon would find his way to at least aiding and abetting a known fugitive.

Sorry, "Let's Have a Patrick Swayze Christmas."

It won't be Christmas if it ain't "A Patrick Swayze Christmas."

Or a Llewellyn Sinclair fan?

While not a flashback episode per se, it does, at least, have a flashback in it: "Mother Simpson," which also ranks high for its killer ending. I'll say it's even more devastating than "Jurassic Bark."

How successful could this show possibly be?
I haven't seen any of it, but, from what I can tell, it's highly pansexual.

I'm going to justify the time I wasted watching this by pretending that Fred: The Movie is the culmination of an experimental YouTube project starring Amy Sedaris that's spun out of control.

Pepsi's got the whole damn nation on their knees.

Don't forget the unforgettable "Hairdresser in a Coma."

@ Crackity As a thankfully former Albertan, I can completely endorse your sentiment towards the people of that proudly asshole province.

Curiously, Katy Perry's breasts are what it took to lure back the letter D's sponsorship.

Harvey Sid Fisher, among his many talents, was highly skilled at lip-synching. He was also a collector of many rare basement tapes and bootlegs of artists who would achieve great fame.

That's not even Michael Nesmith's real hat.

Oh, Arsenio. I feel for you.

New & improved Ty-d-bol, my ass
Wait! Don't be fooled! It's just the regular Ty-d-bol in a stupid, cheap plastic bottle! It still embodies all the awful stereotypes it did before!