He tries, bless his soul.

Snow should have kept Melisandre around so she could schemingly out scheme-glance Littlefinger at all the big meetings. Now, Littlefinger is completely alone to scheme-glance and scheme-stare and scheme-smirk and there is no counter scheming representation for Team Snow during all the big scheme-offs.

Polanski?

Oh, shit.

I figure he'll get rescued by the Gungans.

You mean Arya and hot pie.

In Rob Schneider voice: "Sam. The Saminator. Picking scabs. Scabba-dabba-doo."

It's basically Cockneys Vs. Zombies.

So, basically the Magic Temple of Honored Maesters or whatever is just a place where near senile librarians shuffle books from shelf to shelf and make excuses for doing jack shit while the apocalypse unfolds.

Grey Worm: "I order this thing from Littlefinger.com. I get coupon for 50% off. It come in three colors: pink, black, and white. I get pink because I think it looks pretty. Not sure where this belt and buckle go, but we figure it out."

"In my country, we learn very good the mouth sex. Let me for showing it to you now. High five."

"Yes, it's true. This man has no dick."

One of my great life revelations was realizing that the United States was and is a magnet for the craziest, most corrupt who are rejected and shunned from other more civilized lands.

As a semi-serious aside, there is a definite overlap between metalheads and Marvel comics. Not DC, mind you. Marvel. There is nothing metal about Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, or whoever else… despite the "best" efforts of Zack Snyder.

Marvel's Heavy Metal Parking Lot.

Barton Fink 2: A Salinger Cometh.

Catcher in the Rye can be read in like fifteen minutes at a bus stop.

Or catch Her in the rye.

He got more stories than JD's got Salinger.

But Leo The Professor, The Fifth Elephant, The Famous Nicole, and Distant Nine are all great movies.