Please wait for Officer Steve…Grabowski.

Where did you go? Bovine University?

Luckily, there's always time for hotcakes!

No, no, it's the "Toronto International Film Festival Festival".

I wonder if the demon has a looking-glass tie.

Whenever the TIFF Festival is not around, I ask, "Where's the TIFF Festival?"

Mom and Dad sounds like fun.

If only we had listened to those who worried about that sorceress and her emails.

Ah, Mary Berry! Is it time for another shipment already?

I'd be a lot happier if they were actually some sort of frozen chocolate dessert.

Remember fidget spinners? They're back!

Does it ring a chord?

It's a figurine smushed into a cube!

My teacher friends hate those things. But we've always had fidgets of some sort for our son, and it's nice, for a brief window, for it to be hip and cool for him to be walking around with them.

So, this one doesn't have Bluetooth?

Covfefe, incovfefe…

Instead of dying, her character should have left him because he's such a loser.

"…does anyone really want to spend a single minute of this Kevin James show thinking about death?"
That's all I would think about. The sweet release of death.

For some reason, I'm imagining that "Mrs. Kelly" is Joan Collins' character on Star Trek. The AV Club gets kicked out after she gets run over by a car.

And yet "flammable" and "inflammable" mean the same thing!