Or:

The Bill Paxton/Bill Pullman paradox , despite being quite unique from each other but with vaugely similar names , humans inexplicably cant tell them apart...Paxton was the one in Independence Day ...right?

I tell ya, the whole thing stinks like yesterday’s diapers.

It’s about time Marvin Acme got taken to court over his shenanigans. Do you know he wrote his will with disappearing ink and Toon Town almost got turned into a highway?

It’s obviously battered fish.

Where would Bob’s Burgers be today if Bob Belcher just called it the “Chive and Fried Pickle Burger” instead of the “Baby You Can Chive My Car Burger”?

I don’t want to live in that world.

Dammit, you chucklefuck, your intentions were perfectly clear. You wanted to hurt and embarrass a total stranger because some stray gross impulse darted across your lizard brain and being a white male, you never even thought to resist or question it. You honestly expected her to find that funny or at least “laugh it…

“Tommy is a loving husband and father.”

Ecology works via The Force. It surrounds us, penetrates us, and binds the galaxy together. Also Midichlorians.

I’m just happy Martin Callahan got an upgrade from his job as the Spacer’s Choice Moon Man.

I can't believe you let Rick Astley down like that.

Literally every single time Charles Dance appears on screen in anything, Game of Thrones, Gosford Park, whatever, I am incapable of stopping myself from yelling: “My dear, sweet brother Numsie!!!”  After his character died on GoT, everyone I know was relieved they wouldn’t have to hear me do that anymore.  Except for…

Yeah this entire thing is just... what the fuck

That is fucking disgusting, holy shit. Control is not love. He's teaching his daughters that it's okay for a man to treat them like property. Shame on him and the medical professionals that enable his abuse.

What in the actual fuck is wrong with him?

More like T.M.I.

What I am hoping is that the Doctor told the creepy and ignorant, yet still rich and powerful, T.I. what he wanted to hear and kept confidentiality with his patient.

I see it’s -way- past time to build a rocket, shove T.I inside it and aim that motherfucker right at the sun. The fuck is wrong with this man?!

Dolemite Is My Name is AMAZING. I never thought a movie about Rudy Ray Moore would be the feel-good movie of the year.