The best way to find out if a broad is classy is when she tells you.
So don't you go taking her to no damn Burger King drive-through. It's McDonalds or nothing. They still got those dipping sauces? Get all them.

Huge missed opportunity to use "pisses off" in the heading.

Here's what I don't understand about Jost: who makes an android that looks like that? Who is it for? You've got your Jude Law Gigilo Joe, your commercial Johnny Cab, your Arnie T800 killing machine. Who's buying a Jostbot, Boca Raton shut-ins?

The love interest, Candy, is renamed 'Carly' by Wiseau who is needlessly evasive when questioned about the decision. It later comes to light that his middle name is Carly.

*opens door for old lady*
"Oh, young man, aren't you sweet!"
*clubs her to death with bag of sugar*
"Yes.. sweet… SICKLY sweet."

I was saying poo-urns

It's like they took the show they COULD have made, sawed off its genitalia until it was as smooth as a Ken doll, and sent it out into the world to emblanden our evenings.

I'm too white to understand this and too liberal to oppose it.

That guy with the face you want to punch. He's on the fat version of 'Sex And The City'.

I think it'll be one of Allison's brothers-in-law — they're being built up, but not enough that we care about them much. And it seems in the interview room that Allison is affected far more by the death than Noah is.

'Better Off Ted' - can't believe I waited so many years to re-watch this series. It's still as warm, smart, and funny as the first time I saw it.

It compares favourably with Australian law, where if a dingo eats your baby, the parents get to eat the dingo's baby. This lead to dingoes stockpiling babies against potential lawsuits and a number of BYO baby restaurants popping up in small rural towns.

Nobody puts Chairy in a corner

The eyes! That's what I've been missing!

Alex Winter remains available.
[Post updated 01 August 1991]

"Get over here, Neckbeard III, these shoulders ain't gonna comb themselves."

I was unable to spare more than ten consective minutes to consume media due to my constant checking-in with the utterly pointless but distressingly compelling Clicker Heroes.

I think the end is something that nerds will still be arguing about online in ten years' time, sparked intermittently by the film's inclusion on top-ten listicles from the website that emerges from the ashes of Buzzfeed's gradual descent into hardcore pornography.

I'm more familiar with it than you are with irony.

All things are taken from us, and become
Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.