And then what happens?

Oh, I cued it up to cut directly to the relevant bit.

Reubens and Qualls weak? Skinny guys fight 'til they're burger.

Merely a flesh wound.

YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

It cuts from the gremlin's eyes to a fraction second shot of Lithgow's with an all white prosthetic to match the monster's. Then cut to him scrambling away from the window:

Why Akroyd and Brooks never did more work together boggles me now.

Pictured: An average AV Clubber watching A Talking Cat!?!.

Lisa's no good as a singing judge—she only hears what she wants to.

She's still around as a ghost of her former self, guesting on Spice Girls songs: https://www.youtube.com/wat…

Don't be such a boob.

"Some things are so ridiculous on there own that their is no need for an
O'Neil write up.  What's their to say?  There giant fuck ups."

And now they have Diet Spite for all you waist watchers out there.

Since 1896.

Pictured: a still from the closing half hour of Inland Empire.

If Enforcement Droids were equipped with the necessary tubing and
emotive recall programming to produce a tear-like fluid accompanied by a
slow-paced jerking motion to approximate the human nervous response
called "shuddering"… well, by gum, I would.

No, I've not shot my gun into the air whilst yelling "Arrr."

"She's my mother's sister's girl."

It's the greatest case of false advertising I've seen since the movie Another 48 hrs.

What if it was like Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me?