Set to the tune of "Seasons in the Sun."

You're gonna misquote the Simpsons on the third Newswire of the day. It's gonna sting, but think about your kids.

The second entry in Kieślowski's trilogy, Bleu, Célèbre Blanc, Rouge

Finding a man. Accessorizing. Flipping her hair.

KHHAAAAAA—

That's his secret. He's always peeing.

"So, what's your type, Marty?"
"I like girls who look like that."
"Oh, brunettes?"
"No; like that. EXACTLY LIKE THAT."

I just, about an hour ago, got honked at and an angry gesture from someone who pulled a sudden u-turn in the middle of the street and almost ran in to me.

Luis Guzman.

Spelling these six words correctly may just be the key to dating Natalie Dormer!

Danger, mother! I sleep with May.

"I WANT A BITE OF YOUR JEANS!"

Turns out it was us the whole time.

If you read the Texas one in order, it sounds like a Talking Heads song for a while.

Well, to clarify: they're asking because Internet's been filling their kids heads with all kinds a nonsense, they want to go kick Internet's ass, so they need to know where he lives.

"Time is a 3-dimensional line."

At least there's still Firefly and Terriers to enjoy.

I'm imagining, now, vast flow-charts on construction paper hung on your walls, predicting future hipster bandwagons, so you can plant the seeds for future trendiness.

We're gonna build two more seasons! And make FX pay for it!

"It's always The AV Club's fault, isn't it, Etpietro?"