As far as Always Sunny goes, my absolute favorite thing ever is Dee's training montage to "You're the Best" from Hundred Dollar Baby. When she starts shaving her face, I lose it every time.

Pretty much any random chunk of Raising Arizona will be awesome, except maybe the scenes where HI is at his factory job. I'm particularly fond of the bank robbery and what happens when they leave a man behind.

Okay. I know what commercial you're talking about now. The more he talks about painless catheters, the more uncomfortable I get. I go from appreciating his performance ironically to imagining having a catheter put in and by the end the psychosomatic pain in my junk takes all the fun out of it.

I'm 42 and… Aw, crap. I probably need to explain why the number 42 is funny.

William Devane?

Those two entries were good, as was the one for people like me who are sadly lacking in knowledge of famous stage directors. The rest? Not so much.

Seconded.

But hey… Thanks for reminding me what it was like when I got sick of Patton Oswalt before everybody else got sick of Patton Oswalt.

Downvoted for being a butt hurt douchebag. Fuck my family? Calm down, poindexter and stop overreacting to stuff.

U2 should go meta and start an Adam Scott podcast. Party Down with Boy Meets Hellraiser or something…

Not only that, but in AP style, T-shirts gets capitalized. I work cheap if they want a copy editor.

I appreciated Adam Scott being sincere at the end and the story about what happened after the interview, but then they ruined it for me by doing the callback to the T-shirt gag.

I think I'm blue turtling past your comment. [cue unnecessary music]. Speaking of blue turtles, how about Sting, huh? Some of his early solo stuff still sounds pretty good. He should play acoustic guitar more. His wife seems cool. My wife!

Totally. I can see why they explained the penis drawing. But some of the other stuff was pointless.

Jeez. It takes, like, four months to finally hear Bono's voice. Get to the fireworks factory, dang it. Don't waste our time with unfunny recurring bits and music cues.

Sorry for her, maybe?

I thought I was the antithesis of the average A.V. Clubber. Anyway, no stones popping here. Auckerman killed my boner.

I honestly don't get why anybody likes Scott Auckerman.

I know the feeling. I sometimes tell people I'm pregnant.

My family lived in Great Falls for a year back in the early Eighties. Apparently, it's much nicer now, but I still wouldn't recommend going there.