Humbert Humbert.

Rex Manning.
Wendy Peffercorn.

Gravedigger Jones and Coffin Ed Johnson, from Chester Himes' Harlem detective novels.

Don't forget Irma Prunesquallor.

Charles Dickens had a million great ones. I'm partial to Wackford Squeers. Also, they've become so canonical it's hard to appreciate how good they are, but Ebenezer Scrooge and Oliver Twist.

Ann Veal for me.

You have to limit your choices to a particular gender at some point - as long as you believe there's at least three capable female directors, it doesn't matter whether you do it for a three-person shortlist or when you make your final choice.

I laughed out loud at "The stopwatch has stopped. It's up to God and the referee now. The referee is Pat Horan. God is God."

Brad Gilbert's the only one of the ESPN crew I like as a commentator, because he actually delivers some insight on the game (along with his ridiculous nicknames).

McEnroe's not awful, but he talks way more than is necessary, and is pretty unbearable calling women's matches where he really doesn't know enough about the players.

He'd terrify children, but not the Jewish children.

I felt like the film assumed people would know how Antoinette's story would end, and, given that knowledge, the actual ending of the movie would feel rife with the aftermath of the events depicted. In a way, I think it's sadder ending it where it does because of the sense of inevitability about what's coming next.

I think the point is that you can't realistically decide either way.

Ocena's Elevulven.

Frankly, I think Less Than Jake does of this tribute record.

I liked Balabanov's The Castle, although it had been too long since I read the book for me to really compare them. But the acting and the imagery were generally interesting.

The quote implies you're getting on the Q at DeKalb and then getting off at Atlantic to switch to the 2/3/4/5 (not realizing that if you're already at DeKalb it's a lot quicker to walk to Nevins to get the 2/3/4/5 and not need a transfer).

There's a universe without shrimp? (I'm allergic.)

Doesn't Tusk much more clearly show a band disconnected from itself? Buckingham's songs on that sound nothing like McVie's, which sound not very much like Nicks'. Mirage strikes me as much more cohesive.

I think it's their second-best album.