Wait, what if we did one with you, me, and False Rumors?!

We do not have a cute one. We have a chatty older 70s party guy, a young Asperger's-y guy, a middle aged uptight dick, a renaissance faire gal, and a new foreign guy.

Sometimes I'd get annoyed with his squeaky voice, but then I'd remember how much I liked How to Train Your Dragon and start liking him again.

I did, too!

Yeah, the worst thing about this movie was me thinking afterward, "Shit, I think of these characters, that I'd be James Franco."

Nope.

I didn't glean one way or the other whether or not he went to high school. I assumed he had.

I'm sure he could easily finagle a work history…I mean regular people do that shit every day.

I didn't at all get the impression that he's a dark tortured soul who'll never know happiness from this movie.

Is THAT why I was supposed to pay attention to those people?! During that whole scene I kept wondering why it was in the film.

I actually thought the backstory aspects helped with that. They show that it actually really, really blows to be a kid with crazy intense senses and also to resist severely beating everyone who's a dick to you.

Lisa needs braces?

Do Redboxes cost different amounts in different places or were you just guessing?

I'm curious which scenes in particular were 'interminable improv scenes'. The only scene that seemed probably trimmed from a bunch of improv to me was Kumail Nanjiani's scene, but I enjoyed it a lot.

To…elaborate…they tracked the guy ahead of time in Paris (and mentalist-ed him into coming to the show later in Vegas) robbed a shipment of money and replaced it with fake money rigged to disintegrate in the actual bank vault, then built a set of the bank underneath the stage to send the guy into during the show.

They tend to explain them, yes.

I loved him, dammit!

If there's one book you don't read for the rest of your life, make it Sterling's Gold. What a waste.

No, but Tony Slattery was always my favorite.

People always complain about that, but it's not like we're constantly seeing Jay & Gloria or Claire & Phil in their bedrooms (barring, I guess, that whole them meeting up at a hotel plot, but even that always ends ridiculously/not in sex).