Aw, thanks. :)

Long ago, the delicate tangles of television's hair covered the emptiness of her hand.

@avclub-da518aecddbf5c94588f53562012c452:disqus I do…and while I'd agree with your assessment that MOST don't think she's all that talented, I would disagree with your phrase "no one."  In my experience, the ones who love her seem to love her past all sense or reason in a fairly vehement and occasionally vocal manner.…

@avclub-cf50b28ef624912ff106c57ca9be41dc:disqus I know I'm poking the bear by saying this, but seriously, my cat is a better actress than Dushku.

It was a great moment of physical comedy made sweetened by the genuine heartache when she started sobbing…

It's been a tough six months and this cat needs a drink, so…

Riki Lindhome's face when Winston asked "So, um, how often do you groom your cat?" was priceless.

He's still a douche but I seriously wanted to hug the crap out of him when he hugged the pillow. He looked so lost. Damn, Max Greenfield's portrayal is delightful.

@doog Shush! I have the same feeling but no jinxing it please!

All of you seem to be forgetting Orlando Jones' actual best role - magazine selling dude in Office Space

I would totally watch that movie.  "You knew him as Pope Benedict…give it up for DJ Joey Ratz!!!! Dropping them beats like plenary indulgences in the Middle Ages!"

@avclub-22cfdce02d35728058686d49fc89a63b:disqus It was in the first season. Schmidt and Winston were trying to impress CeCe who was sunbathing on the roof if I remember correctly…been a while since I watched it though so I could be wrong.

Re: Schmidty and cats on his nips…I now have an improved appreciation for his abject fear of the feral roof cat. Shines a whole new and terrifying light on it.

When she looked out the window and saw him sitting on the car, I was thinking more Sixteen Candles than Cape Fear.

I bet the water in it is melted from pure snow.

He also has to go be amazing on Veep occasionally. Man, I love when he's on Veep.

I love the irony (intended or no) of your complaint of twee quirk in an adorkable aside of your own.  With your asterisked darling descriptors.

Every awards show, I kinda hope that one of those microphones rising from the stage will hit someone in the balls or lift up some ladies dress…

Did anybody else just wanna climb up in his beard?  Or was that just me?

The aisles in the grocery store scene were cramped and small, which already makes its New York seem more authentic than Mindy's.