He would, but he's uncut and filled with shame about it.

Oh, but he didn't wear it…..

The Millers was painful to watch. I felt bad for Arnett, but it killed me to see Margo Martindale in something like that. Maybe a primetime sit-com paid better than a guest starring role on The Americans, but holy shit that was a terrible waste of her talents.

There was an episode of The Odd Couple when there's a knock at the door and the people inside ask who it is. Someone inside opens up a little peep door and steps back. Al Molinaro puts his big honking nose through it, waits a beat for the laughtrack, and Jack Klugman cries "Murray!"

Consider it a win if it's anyone but Michael Patrick King, who would want to call it 11 Broke Girls.

Don't try taking the high road, Summer. We all got pinkeye from you texting on the toilet.

Rumor is they're notoriously anti-union libertarians, so that makes sense.

When I was in middle school, I had no appetite for anything remotely frightening. Other guys my age were openly mocking movies for being fake, stupid, not scary, etc… I decided I had to get past it and make myself watch something for once.

Worth watching if only for the few minutes with Andy Rooney afterwards. He complained about the cup and how today's just don't measure up to the fifty year old coffee mug on his desk.

I'm reserving judgment on his character until I know which way his car doors open. Not this way ̶ ̶ , or this way ^ ^, but like | | THIS !!

Dang! I'm further upstream, but you were first…

Anyone who disagrees sucks cock by choice.

I think a lot of people have had the experience of going to middle or high school with a guy who's an abusive asshole who has no problem bullying people.

Completely unrelated—I couldn't figure out what it was about Kirsten Dunst that distracted me (in a good way), until I realized that she reminds me so much of Terri Garr from that same era.

Nice to see Dean Martin get a little love. Could never understand the Sinatra worship when Dino was better looking and always came off as fun and charming, something Sinatra could never sell.

Poet that he is, I'm sure Bob appreciates the kindness.

Didn't Edgar Allen Poe enjoy alcohol and opiates?

Man, this song gets a lot of hate. Dana Gould will shit on it at any opportunity.

Jennifer Lewis just kills it, week after week. Even on the rare occasions when the dialogue isn't particularly sharp, her delivery and physicality spins it into gold.

The worst fast food meal would be that ungodly looking Halloween Whopper on the black bun and washing it down with a Monster drink.