I knew what you meant by "fainted."

That stupid horse kept holding his gun the wrong way! Couldn't they spring to have an expert on set?!

A billion slashfics cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced.

It's okay. Here, have some of these beads back.

We can dream, can't we?

Look, I don't care how he dies, as long as it's ASAP!

The Titlings are a noble people, Sir!

Innnnappropes.

This is, by far, the most meta production hell in the history of film.

Not a chance. He's already decided it's rigged, because The Donald can't lose.

You… you finally did it to yourself…

God, wouldn't it be great if he ended up fleeing the country to avoid prosecution?

He's been palling around with Grimace since his career-defining role in that McDonald's commercial.

It was a perfect meeting of absurdity and parody of the whole John Grisham "I'm just a simply country lawyer, but…" cliche. And, again, Phil Hartman was a national comedic treasure.

I don't think there's any footage available you can possibly edit around Donald Trump at this point, anyway.

I know it was also one note, but I could have watched a hundred thousand Unfrozen Caveman Lawyer sketches and still be dying from laughter.

It's the MAD Magazine of TV shows. Which is weird, because I include MADtv in this equation.

Are you telling me that he and Jane Curtain's skulls weren't actually tall and cone-shaped?! Because that's a tough pill to swallow, my friend.

PRO-TIP: Get the zipties instead. Lighter weight, and lighter on the ol' wallet, to boot.

Close. The Deadly Bulb.