Or even three, if you have enough surgical thread.

Yyyyeah, welll, my plane leaves in less than ninety seconds.

Please… no more yellow-skinned porn parodies.

[performs ideal black-body calculation on Professor Agate] Yep. That rage is indeed white-hot.

A person can be two ruinous things.

[checks pocket] Oof. You're right. Sorry about that.

I opted to stare at the IT guy while he swapped out my old laptop rather than go to a paid-for Happy Hour last week.

Please don't use the phrases "happy ending" and "kid diddler" in the same post.

Screenplay by Don DeLillo.

Wizzle wuzzle?

3/5 stars. The waffles were indeed delicious, but I thought the server was too wishy-washy.

I think you want the *gay* steel mills and Internet startups. They're all in northwest Indiana.

Depends on whether there's blood coming out of them.

Forget it, Pauli. It's Lattetown.

THAT'S HOW I LEARNED TO PLAY. Have you never seen The Color of Money?

You are not full of shit. You're talking about playing against loophole-exploiters. It makes for a miserable time (and I speak from experience). Like playing pool in someone's basement, and they disqualify every shot you make because it violated an obscure Pro Billiards Association rule.

Next time, get a Wonderland Fast Pass.

That got my loudest laugh from the cameos as well; both meaner and more funny than expected.

[opens thread] [adjusts necktie] [closes thread]

Alright, alright. You win. I see you've played Simpsy-Quotey before!