Parents of the nation's unimaginative children demanded that Lego stop making their children feel inadequate.

Glad to see Macaulay Skulkin is finally getting some work.

Thy rod and staff, they comfort me.

I would definitely enjoy some Walken non-sequitors in the middle of the sermons:

Actual question: wasn't Oral Roberts the evangelist who liked to lie on the floor and have prostitutes stand over him and slowly open their legs? Because if so, the man's a saint.

Uh oh—those songbirds have deep pockets.

And that loaf of bread grew up to be…William Shatner.

Did Cooking With Hannibal just say "sue everybody"?

Downvoted for referring to Dogbearman as Manbearpig.

That's why we have to pierce the corporate veil! And my left ear, so that people will know for sure that I'm homophobic! And Brosnan!

Hobo [ALL BUSINESS]: Hey, who's the hobo here?

Yeah, but you make it sound so seedy.

My grandpa was a hobo in the thirties. He said some of the best meals he had were when they stole a loaf of bread, hollowed it out, and poured a can of heated beans inside.

No, but I've rented Fiddler on the Roof and I WILL watch it.

Shit, there goes my plan to organize a Hobo Olympics.

It's not a big deal—sometimes I just need to whip out the old dong of justice.

Well of course YOU would say that, racist!

That's pretty cool, though really I was just jazzing you for misspelling "brakeman".

That's the whisky train!

*cut to one-second video of Begley Sr. raising his finger and opening his mouth*