When you have to shoot, shoot. Don't talk.
Everything DC has done in the last few years seemed specifically designed to drive me away. What they've done to Amanda Waller is the last straw.
It took several episodes before I realized that Mike the Cleaner was Nick Nolte's doomed partner from 48 Hours. That dude has always been gold.
Take the pen!
Slow. So slow. Sloooooow!
And Eugene Barkley on The Big Valley.
And the theme songs mash-up nicely.
Harder than your husband
Beverly D'Angelo sings Frank Zappa's Harder than your Husband in a movie called Daddy's Dying. Maybe the best country parody ever.
I'm as steamed as a clam.
Murder police
Meldrick was always the most fascinating character on the show to me.
Irish Whiskey or Beer.
Anything else and you're a pooftah.
Does the music go…
Dum dum. Dum dum. Dum dum. Dum dum?
For God's sake, Rabin! You take air into your lungs. You express that air over your vocal cords. You open your mouth and use your lips and tongue to shape sounds. It's not rocket surgery!
Spoon!
The Tick is the role Patrick Warburton was born to play.
All porn is gay porn.
This is kind of disheartening. You mean the decades I've spent maintaining my superhero body have all been for nought?
Shirtless = Hilarious?
I'm familiar with the basic comedy math that Women in Underwear = Sexy / Men in Underwear = Silly, but I've never heard of shirtless men being inherently funny. That's a new one on me. Do other women feel this way?
Henderson!
I just have a hard time starting up with anything that begins with a terminal diagnosis. Breaking Bad. The C Word. Joe vs Volcano, etc. It's not going to end well, is it?