And, naturally, Cosette will be his hard-to-get neighbor who teaches art classes for the disabled.

Good Will Hunting 11: Psych I'm Not Really an Orphan But Still I Have Type 2 Diabetes

And I know, I know, that's what she said to you last night.

In a related story, my mom thinks I'm handsome.

That's rapist as hell.

If you think about it, both the Trayvon Martin tragedy and the Paula Deen scandal were racially based. So I can see how the writers were like, "These two things seem alike. Let's combine them and see what happens."

In 1983 I wore plaid pants, sweater vests, and saddle shoes almost daily (not by choice), and went around smacking the other kids at nursery school in the head for no reason.

Uh you accidentally spelled it with a T but anyway I know the answer and it's the Eagles and they fucking rock now GIVE ME MY MONEY.

Opening epigraph:

Boris the Spider

It's time to abolish child labor laws and send these littler fuckers to the factories.

For sure. Though I envision him more like Krang, with his palsied face smirking from its station in the stomach of a big-ass robot.

Seriously. It's like the Dick Cheney of sticoms. Just when you think it's on its last leg, and you've got the champagne on ice, ready to pop, that fucker makes another 11th hour deal with the devil.

There are two I remember:

I daresay that the film is, like Flashdance, extending its reach into fashion. For weeks now I've been wearing white face paint and war-whooping, and I've only been taint-punched five times!

I do think history will vindicate him, in the sense that we'll likely forget this shit ever existed.

They look like they've just emerged fresh from some sort of boy band re-assembly line: imagine a drive-thru carwash that's a combination of LA Fitness, DKNY, and Supercuts.

He should play Armstrong. And ride a Huffy.

So I committed a war crime when I ate out that loan officer?

Where the fuck am I supposed to find fried chicken now?