"If you don't know who the about-to-be-recruited mutant in the room is, it's you."

They do have a lot of shared history, which makes the quipping much easier. When on the receiving end of a "bit" (dirty!), Luke has to be at a loss initially, while Christopher is probably familiar with it.

Tee-ree-ree-tah-rah-RAH!

I know him. He's… famous.

"and they have more chemistry than she does with Luke."

And on ABC!

Men-opause.

She will get half-shot.

This one is Irish.

Yeah, thinking that women will like you, that is hu-bris.

Life, or The Wolverine?!

You're more of a Blue *Man*?

*dons disguise*
*hands @avclub-b49ebc5e771d216bfd346a5d434e6975:disqus some Fruity Pebbles*

I'm probably going to be dropped in acid for this, but…

… And at one point, one quarter of the world's population was in there.

Land of fezzes?

Nesting is mellifluous.

"Hi, I'm Rhind-Tutt; how do you like me so far?"

I'm going to get stoned for this, but I recently rewatched the Hitchcock version and found it absurdly boring. I have no patience anymore for those stories where no one believes the protagonist.

Was there something in the sample of Brits that the US got on the Mayflower that somehow spared the country from the super-British-sounding names? Somehow there are no Nigels or Smythes or Popplewells stateside.