"I mean, I told Sigourney the screenplay to Alien 3 seemed a little half-baked to me, but I guess the money was right."

I had one of the worst chest colds I've ever had, but copious amounts of cough syrup definitely didn't hurt the Twin Peaks experience.

Your son should consider himself lucky! Back in my day, we had to watch our Optimus Prime get brutally murdered on screen. Uphill!

It's too bad the subsequent sex scandal took down Sanders' campaign.

Get out of my way, you black bastard!

Oh, don't get me started on my poultice.

How else am I supposed to describe my ointment? Such moist, moist ointment.

I know it's the wrong decade, but I keep waiting for Dustin Hoffman in a dress to pop up in some of those street shots.

Prepare to face your greatest menace yet: Rob Liefeld!

We have the meats!

I've heard a funny thing happened on the way there.

"Did you get that Thing I sent you?"

Really? I thought Marvel reached new heights with those comics.

Make way for Hindsight Lad!

The couples were asked to gauge their “implicit” or gut-level feelings about their spouses, while also being treated to slideshows of pictures of happy things, like beaches and sleepy puppies, once every three days for six weeks. And surprise, surprise: the couples reported having improved implicit feelings after…

I think you have the timeline backwards. Ailes was fired before O'Reilly. It's the Murdochs he'll bitch about.

Hey, he's played his fair share of Anthonys, Ants and Tones.

"And now…this guy in the red shirt is taking out his…ball whacking stick to hit that ball out of the…tiny little beach and toward that flag over there, I think with the goal of getting it into that rather small hole in the ground, if I'm starting to notice a pattern here."

Wheel of Fortune: Where the only thing dumber than the contestants are the producers.

More like Operation Barbarella, amirite?