It's impressive, but the tesseract-glasses give me a headache.

An Osamedy, if you will.
*gets coat*

Then you're not doing it properly.

Behold, the Ladder Cosmic!

I just want more Veronica Mars.

You've become a metaracist.

The opening scene sets up the film brilliantly, declaring that in a war, smarm and over-reliance on a winning grin are among the worst things you can have. Watching him try (and fail) to get out of his predicament using the very qualities that got him into it, and seeing the charm turn to desperation, is a joy to…

I'd love to see Cobra as an ongoing Big Bad, but the show would have its work cut out to distinguish DC's Cobra from G.I. Joe's in the public mind.

The X-Files
Lock all the doors.

Well, I do use a spoon - I'm not completely an animal.

The Spy Who Loved Meat
A View To A Grill
You Only Dip Fries

A thoughtful, considered, and informative response; thank you, @dirtside:disqus.
None of it, however, lets me watch the first nine minutes of 12 Monkeys, so my arse-shoving exhortation to SyFy stands.

But we British aren't allowed to watch? Take the absurdly self-defeating notion of applying viewing restrictions to a promotional video intended to increase awareness of your show, and shove it up your arse, Syfy.
Right up your arse.
I mean it - all the way up there, until none of it is visible, and your sphincter has…

Of course they will - how else can they justify all the money they spent on blackout curtains?

"This ain't Attilan, bitch."

"My Billy-club Rages On"?

Timey-wombey?

And "Miracle on 34th Street", too.

BOEUF.

I assume that when this happens, Batman reveals knuckle-tattoos that spell "ULTI" and "MATE".