It's not an urban legend! It happened to my neighbor's friend's cousin!

Hey, that's an-hour-later's problem! I live in the now!!!

Awwww, my straw broke against the package!

And he was more eloquent than just saying "Go fuck yourself."

Most of Scully's dialogue is, "Told ya."

I believe you.

How else can one reasonably expect to get the boy's soul?

It seems like this might extend to a lot of films genres - possibly a shift in what we mean by being "deep"? Cinema is pretty rarely truly profound, but can pretty easily be "deep" (Freshman-in-college level "think about it, dude" deep), so perhaps as the video format has become more omnipresent it feels like a…

Which is a pretty great question, really.

There's just, like, a warmth to the music when it's played on a 2007 iPod, man.

'It was the blunt of times'?! You… you lost me, monkey…

But… but we're islands in them.

In a weird way - and not one that captures everything I have to say about GF III (check out my blog!) - one of the saddest things is that it's… fine. When Michael finally confesses about Fredo, that scene should tear your guts out. Instead, it's just kind of a sad scene. Here, Mike, have some juice.

Remarkably so. Matrix would seem kill-proof, and yet…

"Sir, prequels are for cashing in beloved entertainments only—"

"A scientist we missed?"
"No, usually a gangly know-it-all growing fat on federal grants. This is something else…"

"Kevin."
"Bruce."

Ike, The Just Incorrigible!

It's a question of guess-timation vs. 'round-'bout

He probably had to have two aides whose sole jobs were:
Aide 1: Convince Boehner not to shoot himself
Aide 2: No, John, you can't shoot them either.