Oh no! Does this mean I have to hate this episode now?
Oh no! Does this mean I have to hate this episode now?
And we're just supposed to believe that the environment can now fry, frost, and sprinkle confections from within the clouds? Please. Fired, blunder, etc.
And we're just supposed to believe that the environment can now fry, frost, and sprinkle confections from within the clouds? Please. Fired, blunder, etc.
Stupid bug! You go squish now!
I apologize. My detour is, how you say, inelegant.
When will we be able to see a finished box?
But all I learned from that montage was that Smithers is Mr. Burns' assistant.
Mein bratwurst has ein first name
It's F-R-I-T-Z
Mein bratwurst has ein second name
It's S-C-H-N-A-C-K-…
-So what's the dirt on Rabin?
- Dirt… dirt… There wasn't a whole lot of dirt.
- There were a bunch of old paint cans in the garage.
- Ha ha! Ol' Painty-can Nathan!
We need another Vietnam to thin out their ranks a bit.
Also, the rampant doping throughout Team Discovery Channel.
Can't sleep. Cat will eat me.
So you won't work on contingency?
Chapter 9 - Love Hurts
Wherein Amanda indulges herself in Joe Carroll Fantasy Camp while the other cult members idly wander the grounds by day and have awkward mixers by night.
"Hey, guys, sorry I'm late. Okay, so I didn't quite have enough time to, like, 'write the script' for the opening five minutes of this episode. But I did manage to print out a bunch of reviews and comments from the A.V. Club, so I think we can use those. Here, Homeland Security, you get the ones about the…
We made it to the abandoned shipyard. Follow me; we'll go save Mike!
Sports that become obsolete go before the Chancellor, who then orders their execution.
Let's escape under the cover of afternoon in the only helicopter in the county!
*Deleted Scene*
SWAT Team HQ
-Sir, we just got word from the FBI. They found Joe Carroll's kid and need SWAT support. I'm taking two 12-man teams to Duchess County.
-What?! With our budget! How many captors?
-Two guys who might be gay and a girl.
-Please. You get two men.
-What? At least give me 6.
-Four, but they…
Ooh, corn! Haven't had that in a while.