If it skips from the first day of Christmas to the twelth day, I'd call that a keeper.

My parent used to watch Mitch Miller, and Lawrence Welk, too.

Chanticleer!
It's Chanticleer!

And yet at the very end of the clip, she looks so young and untouched.

Cheer up. L. Fishburne might go nuts and kill Pumper.

Sir Osis, also give her math books.

Yes, I admit I had the same reaction. Even making it about cameras didn't help all that much, somehow.

Going into town to get feed for the horses and getting home and unloading it before it hits 100o. Wish me luck.

I thought of the Chris Rock Principle, too.

Maintenant, en francais, s'il vous plait.

Helen Mirren is to old for The Tempest. Unless she wants to play Prospero.

I see Britney Spears in the Sharon Stone role, and that guy who was in the Kelly Clarkson movie—Justin something?—to take over for Arnold.

Not a director, but—Lyle Lovett and the younger Julia Roberts.

Perhaps Belushi had the right approach after all.

I'm glad there's no 4D.

Mr. Jefferson, please see Mr. Denby after class.

Wouldn't sans le visage be more of a threat?

I have seen Kid Monk Baroni.
I have also seen White Apache.
I have never seen Forest Gump.

"Samuel Klugarsh" is a pseudonym for Tony Hayward, isn't it?

If anyone ever made The Eric Clapton Story—barrel's not quite empty yet—Hugh Laurie would have been perfect to play Clapton.