Amen.

Figured you for more of a "deep-fry the witch!" sort of guy.

"Ain't that Johnny Hallyday? Crank it up, y'all!"

George Bailey's staircase finial would like to have a word with you.

Where did you get that phony accent? Nobody talks like that!

Now I have backlash-whiplash.

Oh, the election's *really* beginning to hot-up now!

Better "with" than "in".

[makes to-do list; checks off "become bitter alcoholic"]

Because the C.H.U.D.s don't come out until after 10pm.

She puts on a kick-ass concert, too.

I thought that was the one where network execs told them to re-set it in China and call it The Wokking Dead.

Das ist keiner Bub. Das ist ein Mädchen.

Whore… nun … whore … nun… … WHORENUN.

Only one way to find out… Mama Marlowe, fetch me my refreshin' wand!

It's a big part of why I've abandoned my Facebook account.

I had a recurring nightmare involving a tricycle ride as a youth, so yes, The Shining is so, so hideously scary.

No, you've got it right. They went out for milkshakes at the bowling alley.

You're thinking of the French original, Les Oursons Dangereux.

[nods thoughtfully; scribbles notes on Dunkin' Donuts receipt — "Do more w/ life"]