But badly written, Otranto.  

I found a bag with some John D. McDonald novels, about half Travis McGee and half stand-alones.  Also, the New Yorker when it shows up, and the Skeptical Inquirer, which is a replacement copy of the most recent issue, which never arrived.  Can't tell if it's post office machinery or post office employees, but I seem…

Barefoot in the Park.  

For all the horrors of the studio system back when, they really turned out well-rounded performers.

I saw Robert Redford when he was the new kid starring in a Broadway play.
Top that, sonny.

Better, or worse, than Sarah Palin, though?

I would have guessed your favorite python is the one in your pants.
Live and learn.

Hey, if I've taught one person about objective pronouns, my work here is done.

I haven't seen it, so you mean the Beast, right? 

As long as they had their say.

Nice word play.  Congrats.

Perhaps your evil twin's grammar use is better and he knows to say "between my evil twin and me?"

Orbach's gone back to doing musical theatre in the Hereafter, or whatever.

You better check on Lohan; you never know.

He lasted longer than the Smith in the American version.

I'm fond of The Tall Guy as well.
"I have a hunch I'm going to be king."

If they were sincere, they'd tape completely over their mouths and noses.

The Romans never fed Christians to lions.  It's a story made up by Christians to feed their paranoia.

Inarguable, that.

People use the same basic argument to explain why it's a good thing that they have a severely disabled child that lives in pain and misery.  It's all about how good it is for the parents; the child is secondary.