Nope, some classic Omarosa scheming.

I believe in a woman's right to choose what she's gonna make me for dinner.

I do like it when a director has a thing for the same locales:

He simply would not take the garbage out.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Who are three people who I have slept with who have never been in my kitchen?

Thinner!

I would read the shit out of a Stephen King short story called The Voice and the Night Shift.

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Showtime certainly does have an identity to their shows.

Yeah, I wouldn't know. I was busy watching Letterman.

Between grief and nothing, I choose grief.

Not even gonna fix that typo.

Just make it a zombie show and start casting dead cast members from The Walking Dad.

WE'VE GOT A CODE BLACK

I'd prefer that he stayed on the show as a ghost. That would be an innovative way to invigorate the 17th season of this show.

I'll give her a hard shoulder to cry on.

He always struck me as thin, but for some reason, he was kinda chubby? I just don't see it. Maybe the suits hide it.

It's not so bad for RDJ probably, because he's probably fucking sick of the junket bullshit. If you're in a dumb movie and you have to keep explaining the plot in logical terms, it must be horrible.

I just don't see Jimmy Fallon having Neil DeGrasse-Tyson and George Lucas do a karaoke-off or whatever the fuck that thing is called.