Pump up the Volume also has the drama teacher from Teen Wolf as Slater's dad.

Can I borrow a feeling?

What the world needs now is Brisco County, Jr. movie, sweet Brisco County, Jr. movie.

Yeah, I saw this last weekend and loved it! I've heard the too delightful criticism but I didn't feel it. It's like 75 minutes long, so I didn't feel it overstayed its welcome, but I don't think it should've been any longer.
But yeah, between this, Kells, Mr. Fox, Cloudy, Coraline and Up, last year was an exceptional…

It was dick-lightful.
Which is also the name of the new Andy Dick one-man show.

He is, though it won't air until next year. His blog is sporadically updated, but tons of fun.

I'm an elephant rider!

Would anyone like a cop of coffee?

My only thing about the Travis Wall is I wish they would've used the Young@Heart version of the song. It feels like it would've fit better conceptually and it's also just way better than Coldplay.

Let me go o-on, like a mayonaise sandwich in the sun!

People are going to come from all over. This boy's an eskimo.

Pictures don't lie.

I saw Gedde Watanabe as Bond. I can just hear him know, doing a Sean Connery impression, and saying, "What's happening, hot stuff?"

I would argue A Night at the Opera is better than A Day at the Races. Both have their high points, but Races has the interminable water ballet, and, with the Chico interpreting Harpo's pantomime bit, introduces the notion that Harpo can't talk as opposed to Harpo doesn't talk, which I think is a big change for the…

Wasn't this song used in a Martha Jones Dr. Who episode?

I love when the execs are passing the blame and repeating Bob's name, Bob is repeating his own name as well.
Also, Alyssa Milano is totally in the audience during Fartin' Gary.

Certain questions get answered, others spring up! Your mind plays tricks on you, you play tricks back! It's like you're unraveling a big cable-kniot sweater, and someone keeps knitting, a-ha-hand knitting, a-ha-hand knitting, a-ha-hand knitting, a-ha-hand knitting, a-ha-hand knitting, a-ha-hand knitting, a-ha-hand…

Charles Grodin.
Rick Moranis.
Brian Dunkleman.
V.C. Andrews.
Foghorn Leghorn.
Jesus Jones.
Tobin Sprout.

There was some Chavez box set a friend of mine had with a documentary that featured rambling old man commentary from Garry Marshall.

I think what you meant to say is, "And when they do the double dutch, that's them dancing."