Don't forget the episode where he wanted to date Mr.Furley's niece, so he poses as his own masculine twin brother by putting on a cowboy hat. And of course, Furley bought it.

I assume it was a Castle Rock production then? I always wondered if a poster for North ever made it into the background of a Seinfeld episode, or if they had them all burned after the movie was released.

"The Englishman Who Went Up a Mountain But Came Down a Hill" has always stuck with me for some reason.

It probably helps if you were about eight years old when Jedi came out. Oh, to be a non-cynical Star Wars fan again.

Another Ewok apologist?! I thought I was the only one.

Oh fuck, do I hate that song in Jabba's palace. Not just because the original song from '83 was actually pretty catchy (if a little too disco-y) but because it so obviously came from the latter day George Lucus who gave us Jar-Jar getting farted on by a space horse.

That's the one thing that stuck with me after the movie. That and the fact that Micheal Pare is fourth billed (even above Mark Hamill, who has a much bigger role) and all he does is kiss his wife goodbye and explode in a pick-up truck accident.

People always think I'm lying when I say my best friend in high school was named Miles McCool.

I give him somewhat of a pass for being a writer on Sledge Hammer and the old Police Squad! series.

I've always taken that lyric to mean she was a brainwashed assassin and the sight of a hot dog was her trigger.

If I'd been in The Garbage Pail Kids Movie and you brought it up, I'd have punched you in the face.

That's always a weird feeling when you look to gain something from a celebrity's passing. Like, I would be really sad if Bob Newhart died, but then I also sort of feel like that would make them hurry up and release the last few seasons of Newhart on DVD.

I'm 100% liberal and there are Fox News anchors I like more than Bill Maher.

I don't think Spielberg would argue with you. He actually said of that AFI 100 great movies list that there were too many of his films and not enough Hitchcock films.

Makes me long for the days of words flying at you while boisterous classical music plays.

Yeah, people here who have constant access to smaller indie films should really not take it for granted. I live in Atlanta now, so seeing art house films isn't much of a problem, but I used to have to drive 90 miles to see the latest Coen Brothers movie or even stuff like Shaun of the Dead or Amelie.

Shouldn't that be London Bridges Falling Down?

"NEKKID GRAMAW!!!"

Jeez, hasn't Combs suffered enough?

Or to quote Robin Hood Men in Tights: