Somewhere, Tim Gunn is feeling politely concerned.

But surprisingly, it smells like trees.

They'd be aunt and nephew, wouldn't they? And…also cousins, I guess. Incestuous family trees are so hard to keep track of.

Boundaries? Who needs boundaries? Pssh.

I have it on authority from an English friend of mine that there are squirrel-flavored potato chips across the pond. Or were, at some point. I guess maybe they were limited-edition.

There are a lot of unforgivable things about Mass Effect 3, but shooting down the possibility of a Joker/FemShep romance is just the turd cherry on the shit sundae. I will go down with that ship.

I knew there was something more to all that wrestling with Mozenrath.

My reaction to anyone wanting to adapt Love's Labour's Lost at all would be "he has got to be stopped."

EVERYONE GIVE IT UP FOR AMERICA'S FAVORITE FIGHTING FRENCHMAAAAAN

Yeah, that's true. It's pretty plot-dependent.

What about "Non-Stop?" It's a little long, but that's the one I've heard suggested, since it's the big Act One finale and its whole purpose is to tie all the main themes together and have a little bit of everything.

That's true. I had to push myself to keep listening, for a while. I wanted to know what the fuss was about, and the beginning of it just wasn't doing it for me, but I figured there had to be more to it that was making it so popular.

The competition this year is so fierce the nominees will tear each other into pieces—Jesus Christ, this will be fun!

There used to be this little place right down the street from where I grew up, about half an hour outside Philly, that made the best cheesesteaks I've ever tasted. On top of that, the guy who ran the restaurant was really nice and we'd always chat when I went in.

I am someone with that genetic background—1/4 Asian, surname and all—and nobody has ever considered me anything but white. I've never considered myself anything but white. I look exactly as white as Emma Stone does.

And on the second day, God gave us the Unforgivable Curses, so we could fight the dinosaurs. And the homosexuals. Amen.

I always assumed it was a UK thing, and that instead of a Minister of Magic who sort-of-but-not-really answers to the PM, Americans would have, like, a Department of Magic with a Secretary of Magic who ignores the President.

Do not fart at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that break.
This film was a tragic mistake.

Is that the eponymous Teen Wolf chugging Pepto-Bismol?

Ask not for whom the corpse farts. It farts for thee.