Hey, if we choose the right Chris Evans this time around, we might just have something.

Eustace Scrubb. He almost deserves it.

That's MISS Chandandler Bong.

ok but…fiction

Speaking of BB…Regular-Sized Rudy!

Not to mention Aunt Dahlia, with her mastodonian bellow!

Absolutely. I chose the most delightfully absurd Wodehouse names I could think of, but I also love his (slightly) subtler ones like Bobbie Wickham and Madeline Bassett. They capture the characters so perfectly. Also, Jeeves' butler uncle, Charles Silversmith.

Counterpoint: General Grevious, Darth Sidious, Darth Tyranus

Grizz's fiance, Feyonce

Gussie Fink-Nottle
Tuppy Glossop
Bingo Little
Catsmeat Potter-Pirbright

Blood orange. You're so pretentious. Shut up, it's fucking red. Blood orange.

So you're saying that if filmmaker Kathryn Bigelow married and divorced former wrestler Bam Bam Bigelow, then married Deuce Bigelow, she'd be known as Kathryn Bigelow-Bigelow-Bigelow Male Gigolo?

I think you mean Steve Holt! (The exclamation mark is crucial. \o/)

No kidding. I'm still scarred from an incident when I was a kid and accidentally got on an elevator without my parents. At that age, everything takes on the magnitude of a days-long train ride through India.

Well, I believe I'll take part of that wager.

Yeah, but in how long?

Nobody can eat fifty eggs.

Yeah, I feel like the film is really all about the Versailles bubble, her cloistered world of beauty and parties and high school drama. It makes sense to end the film with that being shattered, but not I think to linger in the post-bubble pop world. For one thing, I have a hard time imagining how all the National…

Would that i'twere suh syimpull, tripplingly.

Last time around, Napoleon was the contrarian who managed to reign in the terror. What we really need is someone to rein in the terror.