I'd love to see more of PT Flea burnt to a crisp.

It doesn't live up to the beginning, and it has probably the most lopsided character development of any Pixar movie. The old man is interesting, but the villain is kind of blah, and I never gave the slightest shit about the kid.

With comic relief from Fusey, the Cannon that Couldn't Shoot Straight (voiced, like all recent animated film characters, by TJ Miller).

The kind that sell overpriced toys made in China.

Joe Franklin raped me.

You don't know what I'd do for 79¢.

I think Maurice LaMarche was probably the driving factor for this episode. Reportedly he's had the whole Welles recording memorized for decades and does it at recording sessions as a warmup.

*McDonald's R&D takes notes*

Pay 79¢ plus applicable tax?

Now that's funny!

Put some on your head! Your tongue would slap your brains out trying to get to it. Int'r-ested?

We boast the sharpest-edged romaine lettuce you can find!

He's Terry Tate's replacement.

Ed Begley III, perhaps?

In the most recent interview I've seen with Louis C.K., he says that he gets uncomfortable watching Shameless now because of the constant "fucks" he threw into the empty space. Not because he has an ethical handgup about it, but because it was a crutch and seems so lazy now.

For the vodka, comrade. Vodka!

Now they have to find a judge whose last name is Space.

The video of his collapse makes it pretty clear that, at least on this night, he was lip synching.

With a yoga mat, you can make any Subway bread your heart desires.

Check it out, I can blast my way out of this cell with a low-emissions, non-lethal explosive made out of pomade and responsibly-sourced coffee grounds!