Someone should warn him that HGH won’t make you a dragon-man.

“Steel output is at an all-time low. As president, I plan to pick-it-up-pick-it-up-pick-it-up.”

Hey, leave The Kid alone.

“His investments are all tied up...”

Sounds like you’re on the Dole.

Bondage Billionaire is a great title.

I picture that as just a small wicker basket filled with old and dog-eared Time and Newsweek magazines featuring Trump on the cover. And it’s perched on top of a toilet.

I believe he is, as the Brits say, “‘avin a larf.”

I don’t know if a gay man would want to say to another in the middle of sex, “Great job, kid! But, don’t get cocky.”

Hear me out, though: what if Pa Kent told his son that it would be better if innocent children died rather than Clark risk being outed as a superhero? Eh? Eh?

Let’s just say the evidence moved me... to a bigger house network!

Nothing like a rerun of NCIS to wile away a Beijing afternoon.

This “Internet Film Database,” you speak of, might it also suffice as a place for the impotent rage and opinions of the lonely and antisocial?

Obviously. Otherwise, we’d be knocking at your door for charms and to request that hexes be put on our enemies 24/7.

Obviously not; extended credits featuring Dixieland jazz would have followed if so.

Fun fact: as a commonwealth country of the United States, P.R. uses American dollars as their official currency!

Now get out there and cheer for the home team! Go team! Win the big game!

Who you callin’ a chicken, turkey?!

He was six months into a training regimen when Hollywood informed him the part had gone to Josh Brolin.