McLevy - "exeunt" is third person plural. Just sayin'.

"God's only man?" Lonely, surely, Clayton - have you seen Taxi Driver?

From Dakota! I can't remember if it was North or South…

No you're thinking of Kid New York. He fought out of Philly.

Mais où sont les Neigedons d'antan?

Congratulations, Ed, I hear Edna's pregnant again.

Bake 'em away, toys.
Or:
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…the flying scissorbeans…

Whereas Heidegger was a boozy beggar who could think you under the table.

Donnie Darko springs to mind, but I agree he's a pretty blank Elijah Wood/Tobey Maguire archetype. Still, a comparison with Zodiac, which I loved, is enough to get me excited about this.

A friend of mine posited that Anthony Hopkins had a twin, Panthony Popkins, who was a colossal ham and took over in many things credited to AH - such as that one where he wrestled a bear.

Or should that be Reggie?

Many thanks Rigsby.

To twit is a verb now? What does it mean?

You are a paedophile. You are a nonce. You are a perv. You're a slot
badger. You're a two-pin din plug. You're a bush-dodger. You're a
small-bean regarder. You're an unabummer. You're a nut administrator.
You're a bent ref. You're the crazy world of Arthur Brown. You're a
fence-fold. You're a free willy. You're a…

You are a paedophile. You are a nonce. You are a perv. You're a slot badger. You're a two-pin din plug. You're a bush-dodger. You're a small-bean regarder. You're an unabummer. You're a nut administrator. You're a bent ref. You're the crazy world of Arthur Brown. You're a fence-fold. You're a free willy. You're a…

Curse Damon Lindelof. That Dude simply cannot write a coherent script (pace Lost: that kind of mystery doesn't require logical consistency, while good sci-fi dies without it.) Witness the terrible hash he made of Prometheus. And in this one the logical clangers are dropped with depressing regularity. What's that, we…

Congratulations Ed, I hear Edna's pregnant again.

She had a body that could melt a cheese sandwich from across the room.

It somewhat surprised me when, at a Sisters of Mercy gig in Brixton in the early 1990s, they launched into "Comfortably Numb".