"My complication had a little complication!"

I thought it was New Amsterdam.

A delicious flour tortilla wrapped in a tesseract.

And, say what you will, but Andrew Johnson was scrupulous about his tweets.

I get why I should ostensibly enjoy Heat — after all, it has De Niro and Pacino in their relative primes and compelling action scenes. However, as it twists through the various and unnecessary subplots I just want to take a nap.

*Jason Bourne attempts thrilling left turn in L.A. traffic.*

And, hey, no sex scandals because pandas never seem to get it on in captivity.

Can I just accept that you have different tastes in movies? Is that still an option in this day and age?

Ah, dammit. Basic addition is kinda lost on me.

Or 182.

Remember before 9/11, when all they'd ask is if you'd packed your own vagina?

55 Is How I Drive

It's a very close family.

I just hope it doesn't spread to the A.V. Club discussions.

*Sam Beckett leaps into Sergey Brin's body just as he's presented with a $2.7 billion dollar bill*

That's what they said about "The Niño".

Twinkly-eyed fuckers with a pig under one arm, high-stepping around the world.

Um, negative, negative. We've got an, um, improv session going, give us a minute to calm it down. Very zany, very off-script.

*selects Grammar Shaming on Soothe app*

"How are you?"