Fat pink arc.

I wouldn't worry, there's no way the space dog fights will make it into the final cut after PETA starts protesting.

The chrome-plated armor makes them invincible to blasters, right?

The paint job on that droid isn't classy enough to be a Winnebago.

First the trailer has to be released.

As it should be. It's the Voight-Kampff test for anyone who grew up with Sesame Street.

This twist is unsettling. It's like if Grover turned out to be an asshole at the end of the book.

It's probably because I'm old, so I'm not judging, but the idea of finding out a crush is 16 and being relieved by it is completely alien to me.

On this napkin drawing of the St. Louis Arch, we will build an ironically-named economic theory.

Throwgelio.

Yes! We called him Dicktor Garber while we were watching.

In the color wars, I stand with the dogs.

Or a "Wow, I clean missed you, Raylan."

As someone who hadn't seen SoA past the first few episodes, that roundabout description of the finale director had me kind of horrified until I googled it and found out you were talking Adam Arkin.

Do it with regular farm equipment spraypainted to look rusty. That way you can trick him into getting an unnecessary tetanus booster, too.

But that second thought is exactly what he wanted you to think!

I agree that the similarity to a real person isn't the joke here. At most, a tiny fraction of the audience made a connection between the two people.

With Donald Trump, no less.

Because they've been spoiled by having Barrowman make dialogue like that work for most of the show's run?

I tried to have this as our recessional music, but was shot down, because Girl Howdy didn't know the song.