"Oooh, baby, your brain's so big!"

Or maybe a series on the family of tomatoes walking down the street.

Spike Lee tweets Billie Jean King's address.

So does this mean that I finally get the Demolition Derby movie I've been longing for?

…says Jeff Craig at Sixty-Second Previews!

Both my brother, who's a hardhat, and my cousin, who's a pinko, say "yes."

And do you know where one might purchase said spaceship? I'm asking for, uh, a friend.

No. The worst.

"Yo ho, yo ho,
A prefect of the Roman State of Judea's life for me!"

Well, it doesn't take a whiz to see that.

As long as "high horse" and "humble pie" are not euphemisms for "underage girl," then I agree.

And if you take out the "i" you get:

Dear God, please don't let him do a remake of Garden State.

Can you blame him? People exploding in elevators gets old after a while.

To watch any of these films you'd have to be a Man of Some Sort of Indestructible Substance. I wanna say iron?

Whenever Britta's not onscreen, all the other characters should be asking, "Where's Britta?"

"Sir, there's a nasty smell on the Presidency. It's growing. It's compounding daily. And there's no assurance-"

And it's back to prowling L.A. for underage strange for Kim Fowley.

DEAL PLAN!

I'm just surprised they aren't in the "Best New Artist" category. Oh well, maybe next year.