"Saturday Night Live? What the hell is that supposed—? oh, oh, I see."

I don't know, I'm really curious to know if there were ever periods when it seemed like the show was dead in the water and then some fiery new talent came in a revitalized it and/or Lorne Michaels made bold moves to shake things up.

"I know who you are, Pecker Quill, and I AM some starry-eyed waif here to succumb to your… your pelvic sorcery!"

"I'm a man with a very specific set of skills—"
"What, besides hitting people with fold-up chairs?"
"Uh, that's it."

Lots. Lots and lots. This seems to be my window:

That's good!

…down the street, around the corner, into your house.

Pulped Fiction

If I understand correctly - and there's very little evidence that I do - I think the idea is that while there's a loose timeline, each story is sort of its own mythic entity. There's no strict time/event-correlation from film to film. (Well, okay, it's probably safe to say the original Mad Max takes place first…

"They're remaking Thunderdome."
"What?!! That's insane! Just leave it alone! How can you—"
"Archie Panjabi will be playing Auntie."
"On the other hand, art is fluid, right? We don't complain when someone stages a play again, so, you know… I say God's speed and good for them."

So, has her acting improved then? Or has the world gone insane?

It's saddening how often it is, isn't it?

So… been reading some Orwell lately?

Do I?! That was worse than the time I had sex with Punky Brewster on the Captain EO ride!"

"It was the best of malls, it was the Blart of malls?! You stupid screenwriters!"

Through an elaborate network of rape-powered aqueducts.

Spambot understands now why you cry, but it can not.

Hm, this seems fishy… but all those hearts…!

At the very least, the whip-cracking scene.

The greatest trick the Lord of Light every pulled…