That's a bold statement.

Hm. Well, that's a thing—between 3rd Prize… being perceived as "Talking like this", Baldwin style, and the rash of drive-by Caruso-ings, I feel like I should sort of let my avatar define my posterly voice.

Oh, where to begin…
Yeah, by accident or by design, most of the people I've hung out with over the last twenty years or so are the types with whom I can converse entirely in pop culture references. Me and my college roommate had kind of a game of one-upmanship going wherein we would constantly compete to see who…

Phel… was that a line from Addams Family Values? Nice one.

He ate Meyer's brain. It gave him power.

Sure, sure, it starts with the jokes… then comes the heavy stuff!

Yeah, that bit killed me, too. There was about a half a second delay while I processed what Alda said, then I broke up completely.

Goddammit! Is there a Ralph's around here?

Lucky's great concern at having a Rolling Baby cracked me up.

Amen to that, Tina, because there's no way they could *possibly* have resisted doing Apt Pupil as a Chris/Herbert thing, and I literally cannot stand the Herbert character.

Fhtagn, I would love to get drunk, wear a Snuggie, and fight someone. You find me a contender and I'll cut you in for a few points on the pay-per-view.

They give me fifty dollars when they turned me loose of the nervous hospital, but I spent up some of it eatin' french fried taters and ridin' on a bus.

From the three weddings I've been in, I've received a fancy pen, a tie tack, and some kind of er, pocketknifey thing. But no flask.

James Dean
…resembles nothing so much as the T-1000, as played by Robert Patrick, in the midst of morphing into Ray Liotta.