For being such a needle-phobe, he sure was throwing it around with confidence in that scene. He's was bandying it about like a ball point pen.

Sorry, AJR. Didn't mean to burst yer bubble.

But has it taught itself to play the violin yet?

Thank you for being a friend
Don Cheadle has done his time in a low-rent hotel.

He's on occasion also been promoted to Jiggly von Jigglenstein. He's a beagle of merit. I wish I liked him more.

Black Debbie?

Thank you, everyone. I feel…enlightened.

No, no, muntzy. That's punching in the dark.

Help me out. What's "posting in the dark?"

Oh! It's on now!

Kids - earmuffs, please.

Man, I would've been kicked out of that meeting post haste.

Forgive me for sounding like a snob (because this always sounds a little uppity), but Atonement the book was much better.

My dog was originally named Jackdog, but through petspeak gibberish, he is now just called Jiggs. He'll answer to anything that starts with a "j," though. Not too bright. And my sister's cat is named Earl Thomas. Childhood pets: Smitty, Bailey, and Frank.

I liked that they gave the patient his due at the end. It was so accurate. Even the most demented of dementia patients clears up now and then and totally throws you for a loop.

He was sure playing it fast and loose with those syringes, too. And he was giving the shots through their shirt sleeves. I shuddered.

I feel your pain, frogurt. I have a mess of a cold, and I had a hard time watching people cough and sneeze and spit-vomit on desks. It all hit a little too close to home. Especially when Tracy forgot the soup. He always forgets my soup.

Damn, Pilgrim.

I'm a little perplexed at phel's pronunciation, too. Now I've gotta ask what it means.

That list could go on and on.