Good to see you back, E. Buzz! You had us worried.

Mechanical pencil stabbings all over the goddamn place! Yet still not as embarrassing as a Sharks vs. Jets rumble. ;-)

Her own terrible, terrible sitcom. But she'll still be a great stand up!

"Fuck Da' Police!"
"Okay, bring around the Paddy Wagon."

Let me tell you 'bout I guy know,
His speech is slurred and
He walks kind of slow.
His desk's a mess and
His work's mostly junk.
Never hire that Walk-Around Drunk!
Hey, Hey!
Don't puke in that plant!
Hey, Hey!
Now he's pissed his pants!
Hey, Hey!
Christ, he's trying to dance!

NNNOOO!!!

Come on, like Quentin will shut up.

That shit is diabolical. I sweated purple stains into a white t-shirt afterward.

"Come on, Buck Rogers, it's only a diver's watch!"

Without trousers, obviously. Spats are acceptable.

That Blackadder Goes Forth finale always makes me weep.

But was so much easier, when he was cruel…

Wonderful language for cursing, Spanish. "I shit in your mothers' milk!" etc.

Lois McMaster Bujold's Miles Vorkosigan books are outstanding space opera. I think she's a better writer than Weber, to be honest. For futuristic ground combat, David Drake's Hammer's Slammers books are brutal, beautifully written stories about a 23rd century mercenary armored regiment.

"I don't know why you had to go livin' it that big city with all of them people! Why, I kin take a piss right off my back porch if I have a mind to!"
Hillbillies represent!

Iggy reviewed that here a few months ago. I want to check it out.

She's was born new-money oil wealthy, genetically lucky enough to be able to model, and a poor-to-mediocre actress. She happened to her.
EDIT: Yes, I had a huge crush on her during Northern Exposure.

Give us Hell, Quimby!

Spin the wheel, Raggedy Man! ;-)

Roger that. My utter dog sense is tingling. ;-)