Their Eyes Were Watching the Clock: the wisdom of black ladies for Leaners-In and Woman Disruptors everywhere, I. Trump, Editrix

I always have two or three songs going in my head at all times.
But I find lately that if I'm marking the passage of time, the "Ba da BA BA BAA!" of McDonald's "I'm Lovin' It" theme will come out. Sometimes this amuses the people I'm with, sometimes …not.

"AH LUV YUUUU!"

I like how until recently, all Bond movie titles were deep-sounding non sequiturs. Like they totally could've called one of them "You Buy What You Pay For," and no one would have batted an eye.

Way to go, Captain Positive!

I remember it from the early days of HBO, where they'd get the rights to show maybe fifteen movies a month, and run them over and over again. "All the Marbles" was one. I never watched it.
I also thought it starred Burt Young.

A macguffin that literally glows? The stuff that dreams are made of?

She's got Betty Midler eyes?

And the mashup's kinda lame. The Journey audio track is way louder than the dialogue, I just…no.

I have always held that it should have been named after the person who thought to slap the thing together in the first place, which would make this dish "The Manservant."

Well, I'm from Utica, and…

Fine, now how neutral are you about milk hotels?

A wrap is what you serve at a potluck when you have no idea what anyone wants, and are going to buy something at a supermarket. They please no one.

And NASA will now be all the members of Jefferson Starship who aren't currently…you know, busy.

Ah. Missed that part.

That's a CROQUE, monsieur!

Nope, the flourless cake that is often described as a "flourless torte" on highly redundant American menus is…spelled differently.
EDIT: I recognize that you were probably being sarcastic.

Mmmm…Croqueta preparado…

Jesus freakin' pancakes.

"Handpie," then, like a pasty, or a popover.