OK, OK. Binge shit. Purge shit. Then die.

All in all, your face is just another brick dick in the wall stall.

They'd better fully commit to the original movie's blatant homoeroticism.

He appears to be holding cue cards, so…moderating?

Bullshit Mountain will never collapse. It's just that its peak undergoes occasional avalanches.

You've just made a powerful enemy in David Lynch.

Why, this is nothing more than the on-screen text from Leisure Suit Larry!

Everyone knows the proper levels of party etiquette go from "black tie" to "white tie" to "bunga bunga."

Give it time. These'll all be one story soon enough.

But it's worth it for all the upholstery infused with bacon, banana and peanut butter sandwich farts.

In a building where Al Roker once sharted, this is still the most vile thing to befoul those hallowed halls.

He looks like a bloated, drunken Ted Nugent in that photo.

These are the same people working tirelessly to deny LGBTQ folks their basic rights and then suddenly turning into gay-rights advocates when a late night talk show host uses some poorly chosen words while in the process of excoriating their chosen political leader, right? I'm sure "cognitive dissonance" is some commie…

Notre Dame is not Ivy League.

Larry, you have a lot of well-wishers here tonight, and a lot of them would like to throw you down one…a well. They wanna murder you in a well, which seems a bit harsh. But that's what it says here on this cue card.

Pffft. As if there's any logic at work there.

Diane, I've never thought of hunting as a sport. Too one-sided, the prey being the only competitor putting its life on the line. But I'm beginning to think I'm on the trail of something much more dangerous than a man in an orange vest with a rifle. Am I the hunter or the hunted?

I think Showtime is streaming it ahead of the season premiere.

It's my job to be repetitive. My job. My job. Repetitiveness is my job!

Son of Samantha, this fall on ABC.