Folks, do you realize without your support, public television can't afford to bring you such award-winning shows as "Edward the Penitent"?

"Smartly budgeted"? That's no good…

Man, the Rolling Stones look like shit.

This is still about the Munsters, right?

See his pug-nosed face…

Question: has it ever been cool to be in a band with your dad?

Faster, Grandma! Grandma's gaining on us!

LIFE is happening, man. Boring, patronizing life.

Peter Gunn? Pure grit.

Who will play "urinary tang"?
/too inside

The year was 2004. A fancy new cure-all called "penicillin" was making the rounds. Salted popcorn was all the rage. And a young starlet named Jane Jackson was in hot water for showing off her delta regions to any man who could clink two nickels together.

So long, Vinewood!

I'm sure it was just part of the scenery, but if this game actually lets you do yoga, I'm sold.

What about My Own Private Idaho, little miss smart guy?

I take it Temptation Island is farther down the queue?

There's no trick to it—it's just a simple trick!

I wouldn't want to be Mr. T now!

God, I could really go for some nitrous right about now…

Funny, that was also the title of my screenplay about Afghanistan's civilian population.

Psh, hard work and a good idea. Anyone can do that.