Right, because Eleanor did all that.
Right, because Eleanor did all that.
Followed by a trip to Schwarzenegger's, right?
Worked so well for Clerks. If the law of Film-to-Cartoon-Adaptation-Inverse-Comedic-Potential holds true, this could be gold!
Elliot has plenty of love interests. He's just trained in discretion.
If it were presented by John Hamm, I'd totally watch that.
The choice to clap over her head? If only I'd known what I was in for when I made that choice to buy an HDTV.
Example of why your joy is misplaced: Peyton Manning plays NOTHING.
But Penny was the Inspector's niece. Rebooting her into his daughter would be like if George Lucas made some new Star Wars movies where it turned out Owen and Beru were Luke's ACTUAL uncle and aunt …
Olivia Wilde is the EPITOME of the "ingratiating, patronizing Hollywood way" of geekdom of which Sean wrote above. Dreaming that things she actually likes are more than shoes and attention is just what they WANT you to think.
As I've explained elsewhere, I watch this show under the assumption that Sophie IS one of Jane's wacky schemes that just went too far, like the time she invented a crazy twin sister Jane (makes the scene with the lesbo cop a few eps back a lot more interesting, at least).
I saw him on SNL a couple weeks back and just figured I'd missed the last two decades and now Bieber was all growed up.
No, you're thinking of Waria Bello.
Another nitpick: Eren Ozker didn't change her voice in the "You Do Something To Me" number. Fran Brill sang that until the end when the singer was converted, then Eren Ozker finished it off.
But why did he stop novving?
I don't know what's the best, but definitely not this episode, which was a guest-starring role, NOT A %$#&ING CAMEO. If you're driving the plot, in more than one scene, with dialog, it's only a "cameo" in the Netflix-comment-review sense of the word.
Simpsons did it!
No, it's one of those "he had a job which, morally shady as it might have been, at least wasn't gigolo" things, it is.
Only if Justin Bieber is living some kind of Benjamin Button-esque existence.
I gots to pick nits:
Are you saying next week we find out the waitress's real name is Angela Planbee?