One! My god, all my favorites are returning!

Orrrr…skip it. You're missing very little.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. How am I gonna get my MI-5 now?

Man, I hope he kicked her ass for that.

Regular Potato Chip for the Suicide Prevention Hotline.

Something Interesting for Once, Internet! OR, We're Very Gradually Turning This Feature into a Buzzfeed Article, But Sometimes We Understand the Concept of Value, Internet.

What gave you that impression?

Agreed. Censored, that whole thing's a riot. Uncensored, it's dull.

Without Music, Any and All TV Show Openings are Unsettling and Bizarre. There you go, AV Club. Are your minds sufficiently blown? Great Job, Guy Who Has Watched Television and Understands the Concept of Nondiagetic Music and Editing.

Don't know who Tom Swift is? FUCK YOU. - Nemo: Heart of Ice

You've been aged out, you old hag!

Fuck you, Internet.

That sounds awesome!

It's only okay when the AV Club is casually sexist towards Koenig. Don't you get that, Santo?

I fucking love "Jezebel," but yeah, that song has as much to do with love as "Let Me Teach You How To Eat" has to do with cooking.

That gentleman to the left of Llewyn Davis has remarkably nice breasts.

So, The Flophouse, then?

Grantland: Did You Know That Bland Sportscasters Also Pay Lipservice to Popular Culture?

No "Frank's Wild Years" by Tom Waits? For shame, AV Club, for shame.

"I gave the boys the night off."