This put the Train song "Calling All Angels" in my head immediately.

Ruth Negga's bellybutton might not be completely blasphemous, but it is at least blas-curious.

Someone call the girl with the dragon tattoo!

In the long run, we're all nude.

I bet you were allowed to take pictures of that, though.

If they guy who sang that didn't have a mullet when he walked into the studio to lay down the vocals, he certainly did by the end of the session.

If I had a sledge-hammer
I'd sledge-hammer in the mo-or-ning
and then I'd stop sledge-hammering
because a whole morning of sledge-hammering
pretty much takes care of everything

I know people claim this in hyperbole, but I have literally managed to block most of Nemesis from my memory. I have no idea what happened in that movie after Picard and Data drove the jeep thingy.

The Scratchening

"Well Jack's a doughnut. We're in the barney now!"

"Rodney King!"
"The Kingster!"
"King-o-Rama!"

He could also have a scraggly dog.

The White Walkers are vulnerable to gravy, even more so than Valyrian steel. Hot Pie could solve this whole thing with a big stew pot and a rooster carcass, but no one listens to smallfolk.

Please, I'm a prairie dog. I've been mistaken for a chipmunk before, but never a squirrel.

Everybody is playing for some fetishist demographic, whether they know it or not.

I think her fame can guarantee good sales the first week; it's the second week she has to worry about, that's when sales might plunge.

I'm sure he's drawing on the same emotional memory as he used for playing a man who's been turned from a camp administrator into a can of vegetables.

OK Flash Gordon was a bad example

Hard to tell without the helicopter, isn't it.

The true creator of Star Wars is John Williams. Without that theme, those movies are Flash Gordon. I also believe the true creator of Titanic is Celine Dion.