FDR is Michael McShane, of Whose Line Is It Anyway fame and, to a lesser degree, the therapist that dies in Office Space.  He's like a lesser known John Candy, but I've always loved his work.  Probably could've done Uncle Buck, given the chance.

Oh come on!  The lollipop getting bigger and bigger is great.

GEORGE: So, how come nothing ever happened between you and Nina?  Is there a problem with her? Is she a man?
JERRY: Are you?

That's not T-Bone.  That's Koko.  Oh-oh-oh-oh.

You can't blame him.  No one with two first names can be friends with another person with two first names.  And the "black" part sounds made up.

I was just being snarky, but thanks for the input.  :)

Ignore the instigator.  See Gonzalez?  People can agree to disagree without blaming a political party.

I have to be honest here.  I'm Googling the lyrics you're posting.  I've not heard of The Dictators before this fun little thread, but I have to tell you, they seem as lyrically mature as Violent Femmes.

And less talent.  And less staying power.  The latter according to Yoko.

You don't need a girl you can release?  And what about screwing?

And that is why you were called a fucking jerk before you even posted.  Hakuna matata!  And the circle of life continues.

You'll find that, after the first few episodes of season 1, it's a pretty damn funny show, and there's enough hypercritical dork references and nerd humor that it actually melds well with the AV Club hipsters that pretend to not get it.

I am too actually.  I am just contractually obligated to make one terrible pun a day, and that was it.  I should probably stop drinking while playing mahjongg at the senior's center.  Stupid contract.

So you're Cuoco for Kaley?

Forward this podcast to roughly the 59 minute mark for some fun Bruce Jenner times.  And no pooping in the Wheaties box.

I was in Dublin last year and while I did tour the Guinness Storehouse (not worth it except for the free Guinness at the end and the view), I don't remember the Cranberries Storehouse.  We went to a lot of pubs too, and there always seemed to be more U2 rather than Cranberries being played, although we did hear both.

MIRANDA: Doctor, how's the squirrel?
GEORGE: Is he dead?
DOCTOR: No. Fortunately, the special tiny instruments arrived just in time. Would you like to visit him?
MIRANDA: Yes he would.
DOCTOR: You have 30 minutes.

I like how the song just stops and suddenly there's video of a clearly high hippie chick telling everyone good night.  That must have been the B-side remix or something.

Was Darryl Darren's stand-in while they lit the scene?

Are you Mr. Steinfeld?