In the spirit of recycling, Lea will be played by Mary McDonnell.

That thing was really odd and inappropriate: like a virginal 60's sci-fi nerd lived long enough to become a dirty old man and had a fever dream on his deathbed.

Mom… my nuts.

HIDEOUS CONTROL NOW!

The difference between The Room and Birdemic isn't sincerity, it's that the latter is po-faced in its environmental message, while Room is simultaneously heartfelt and inexplicable. Even with the understanding that it's Tommy's version of How The Unfortunate Events Went Down, you can't explain the breast cancer, the…

Don't worry, we're destroying it as fast as we can.

The atrocity exhibition is closed. Go home and read Spinoza.

For consistency's sake, I think we should keep the current definition. I'd hate to read about, say, Morgan Freeman and assume that the author means that he smells like pee and puts his hands in wierd places when he hugs you.

"The bone unit infestation is to be removed from the Creator's planet."

A shark tank for his house.

He's so cute. He thinks that poor blacks are people!

I find no satisfaction in what these bands lack.

I would say that the problem with making showy changes to the program in the name of sensitivity is that it undergirds the message of the terrorist—that what we do effects you, even when, statistically and geographically, it doesn't. (Though most of television's grand guignol crime programming does the same thing.)

Hush, children. Don't cry. He's with Satan now. RIP /w\

That's not a polite way to refer to Marky Mark.

Mrs. Kelrast? Has it always been you?

It's like her breasts are afraid of the dark!

I actually really like him, and I have no explanation or excuse for that fact.

Yeah, that's always bothered me, too.

I think the pinnacle of the 800% slowdown fad was Timberlake's "Cry Me a River," which got a really lovely, chanting-monk-like quality.