Well if you weren't so quick about rinsing I might have time to stab you.
See you tonight!

I RUB MY BUTTERED BELLY ON THE SCREEN

One vote for Ashton.

I'm trying to imagine a casting agent reading the screenplay of The Red Violin and thinking "You know who would be perfect for the part of the Rare Violin Assessor? Muthafuckin' Sam Jackson, that's who!"

What a potty-mouthed so-and-so!
Also: the members of Portishead seem to soil themselves quite often.

NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO

Check out last year's semi-solo Hope record Through The Devil Softly.
It's very Mazzy-y.

MERRY CHRISMETH EVERYONE!

There there.

IS THERE NOTHING THEY CANNOT JERK?

I know you should never end a sentence with a proposition, but will you prostitute your wife to me for money?

I don't want to jerk, I just want to bang on the bum all day.

Aliens Ate My Buick is the single funkiest album by a bespectacled Brit ever made.
And then his whole band had to go and die in a plane crash. :(

Hyperactive! wasn't a hit?

Bono: C'mon Edge, play the blues!
Edge: *one-note lick, saturated with effects*
Audience: THIS IS THE BEST MUSIC I'VE HEARD IN THE LAST 25 YEARS

TMBG should cover a Dethklok song to bring this thing full circle.

I am always in favor of Mary succeeding spectacularly with minimal effort.
*90's alt-rock chick crush extended*

Please please please Stop.

You are nothing, sir, if not a keeper of promises.

Every time I see her name I get hungry for sausages and potatoes.
Potent potatoes.