I wish they had the deleted scene with Gill Dennis in it. He plays a man with a cigar who Henry sees when walking down the hallway. There are two nearly-naked women spread-eagled on the bed and tied up, with a generator in the corner. The man with a cigar is approaching them with a couple of cables. Henry sees it…

Sure! Just cut them up like regular chickens!

I had an Eraserhead t-shirt back in high school in the early 1990s, and let me tell you: the chicks found it irresistible.

"Fourteen years ago, I had an operation on my arm here. Doctors said I wouldn't be able to move it. 'Well, what the hell do they know?' I said. So I rubbed it for a half an hour, every day, and it got so's I could move it a little. It go so's I could…I could turn a faucet. Now I can't feel a damn thing in it—all…

Older and Wiseau

Never forget!

An ass like that!

Hineykin?

"I mean you didn't even see her ass in The Hour but I still came away a big fan!"

"Callback! Callback!" - Oona Chaplin's ass

"I said, ‘I sent ya a picture of my dick…’ what did ya think when y’all heard that? That’s not G-rated! This is rap fuckin’ music! This is real expression. This is real artistry."

Uuugh. Burn that cup!

I understand where you're coming from, and I agree that one can have too much snark. I suspect that happiness is better served by devoting attention to the things one actually likes. I've lost the desire to sit through a bad movie or shitty concert on the pretext of enjoying it ironically, even though I'm aware that…

Me So Bourney

Don't look at me, neighbor—I already lent you my last cup of give-a-fuck.

Looks like those clowns at HBO have done it again [hyperlink]. What a bunch of clowns [hyperlink].

He deflowered the nation with one red shoe.

What I liked about the movie, and I'm sure I'm not the first to remark on this, is that although the technology is futuristic, the problem isn't. The internet being what it is, a lot of people find what seems like their perfect mate online, but that mate lives so far away that he/she might as well be virtual. Many…

In a profanity-laden all-caps working-class Boston accent, if you'd be so kind.

Are we collectively ignoring his "mic wire" explanation? The article I read contrasted his amused reaction with the Hammbone's, who was pretty humorless about his junk ("there's a reason they're called "privates")—which is a funny attitude to take if you're a chap who doesn't wear underwear.