Um, no, don't really drink. You know what it is abou the pear? It's the skin of a very ripe pear. The pear itself is fine, but that skin gets like gritty and crunchy with natural sugar, and it can be pretty amazing. Again, my credentials as a crap-eating sugar maniac are assuredly great: I ate three ice creams a day…

Alan: Erm, can you smell my breath? 
Lynn: Ugh. It smells a bit like gas.
Alan: You know what that is, don’t you?
Lynn: No.
Alan: Those scotch eggs we had a the petrol station.
Lynn: Oh.

Alan: Erm, can you smell my breath? 
Lynn: Ugh. It smells a bit like gas.
Alan: You know what that is, don’t you?
Lynn: No.
Alan: Those scotch eggs we had a the petrol station.
Lynn: Oh.

I know, it sounds completely insane and brainwashed, and I would have never believed it myself.
Quality orange sherbert probably still beats pear, though.

I know, it sounds completely insane and brainwashed, and I would have never believed it myself.
Quality orange sherbert probably still beats pear, though.

Noel—
As someone who quit refined sugar a few years ago, I'll tell you why you can't quit eating ice cream: as long as you let its fingernails hang on to your ledge, you're on the hook. Quit refined sugar for two months completely and you'll be surprised how uninteresting ice cream becomes (well, eventually). The…

Noel—
As someone who quit refined sugar a few years ago, I'll tell you why you can't quit eating ice cream: as long as you let its fingernails hang on to your ledge, you're on the hook. Quit refined sugar for two months completely and you'll be surprised how uninteresting ice cream becomes (well, eventually). The…

I thought she said Honolulu Local Rape. I'm glad I thought that, at least for a few minutes.

I thought she said Honolulu Local Rape. I'm glad I thought that, at least for a few minutes.

I really felt suckered, watching that fucking movie. Only saving grace was the downer ending; the only thing that wasn't bullshit.

I really felt suckered, watching that fucking movie. Only saving grace was the downer ending; the only thing that wasn't bullshit.

"every day looks and feels more or less like the last."—is that really a strange thing for a life? isn't that almost everyone everywhere?

"every day looks and feels more or less like the last."—is that really a strange thing for a life? isn't that almost everyone everywhere?

Secret Honor? Ugh. For fans of theater only—it's one big, gibbering histrionic freakout (I know that sounds interesting, but it's tiresome). If you couldn't wedge in a piece of Tanner 88, better to go with Nashville, which should probably be here anyway.

Secret Honor? Ugh. For fans of theater only—it's one big, gibbering histrionic freakout (I know that sounds interesting, but it's tiresome). If you couldn't wedge in a piece of Tanner 88, better to go with Nashville, which should probably be here anyway.

Good Lord…I don't have quite the time for this that you do, but a) I have no reason to remember every line of a movie I saw ten years ago and don't consider that a failing b) yes, obviously, I'm insulting you—the sentence on the Blue Collar Comedy Tour sums up perfectly what was implied c) you should really stop and…

Good Lord…I don't have quite the time for this that you do, but a) I have no reason to remember every line of a movie I saw ten years ago and don't consider that a failing b) yes, obviously, I'm insulting you—the sentence on the Blue Collar Comedy Tour sums up perfectly what was implied c) you should really stop and…

Oh, you misunderstood me.  I love nothing more than vile, off-putting obscenity—ask my coworkers. But idiotic phrases that carry as a double bonus an unmistakable and mistaken air of the self-satisfied—vulgar or not—well that is another matter. You have sort of concocted the "git-r-done" of the obscenity world, and I…

Oh, you misunderstood me.  I love nothing more than vile, off-putting obscenity—ask my coworkers. But idiotic phrases that carry as a double bonus an unmistakable and mistaken air of the self-satisfied—vulgar or not—well that is another matter. You have sort of concocted the "git-r-done" of the obscenity world, and I…

There is no "source material" for 2001. They developed the story together.