'…to the farthest borders of our scientific understanding…'

They're also in consultation with the warty, green-skinned, shape-shifting lizard people who are sick and tired of job discrimination just because they're occasionally homicidal.

As a pointy man with an unkempt O'Neal, I…what? Oh…OK, never mind even more.

Kvorting…it's like kvetching, only more laid back; suitable for posh nightclubs.

I think you mean Oggsford. Probably roomed with Jay Gatsby.

Or his Norwegian cousin, Tennessee Ernie Fjord.

Oh, Christ…how did I forget Zorro, The Gay Blade?

@avclub-cfe912f5cb3aa572bd1c9ae2a9b82207:disqus Right. My mistake. They were the first 2 WA films I saw and I confused them.

If memory serves, Garry Trudeau got more mileage out of Hamilton's tan than Hamilton did. Actually, try as I might, I can't remember a single damn thing that Hamilton was in.

'I have a gub'…'no, no…that's gun'…'just a moment; Miss Haversham, what does that look like to you?…'I have a gub'…etc etc.

In the Queen-approved version, Eddie Murphy plays Freddie:

George Benghazi - Victim of Homophobia…that works.

Do you do bar mitzvahs?

Turturro's got nuthin' on Mitt Romney; the fucker even has an annoying name. Mitt? Seriously? Fuck off, Mitt.

Meet Mulenado! It plows, it carries, it kills honkies! And then it becomes a movie star and supports you in your old-age.

John Candy as Batman, Hervé Villechaize as Robin. You know it makes sense.

I don't care where you're from…I'd still hide you under an overpass…because that's how I roll.

Hey, you wanna make a horse omelette, you gotta break a few horse-eggs. Amirite?

I can sort of see her point; she played the lied-to, put-upon, nagging wife. It didn't give her much of a chance to shine. She was still a pleasure to watch, though.

If you missed Smith the first time around, it's worth tracking down. I was really enjoying it and never understood why they killed it. Fucking philistines.