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Some, but not much. Unless Tarantino goes back and refilms all the stuff that was abandoned after SBC dropped out. I think the biggest thing missing from the final film is the flashback showing how Django and Broomhilda we're first caught and separated.

I am afeared!

Hey, but can you imagine that h.j.? Most people have to tie a belt around their necks for that kind of rush.

So fucking what? Hollywood is hard to get into. Talent has little to do with it. If Coppola used her name to get a meeting, good for her. I'm sure lot of people we respect have done worse to get where they are.

It's racist to love the '80s hit "The Boy Are Back in Town"? THEN WE'RE ALL RACISTS!

"If she were my daughter, I'd…"

I'm pretty sure Michael O'Donoghue pitched that at some point during the third season.

I'll see your Ivy and raise you Eternally Is Here. Those howling "…in the woooooorld!" are still among my favorite things ever.

If I may briefly invoke my inner-ZMF…. GUN CLUB MOTHERFUCKER!

Hell, it's not what it was when it had Tim Kazurinsky and Gary Kroeger.

The casual racist in me wants to marry a sexy, raven-eyed Jewess, just so my kids will have an in with the Antarctic lizard-people crowd.

I'm going to pretend you're talking about the girl in the last paragraph, and judge you.

You like music? You like fiction? You like spectacle?

I love musicals. I don't like any of those four.

Tosh, like Family Guy, is a show I haven't tried to watch for years, but gets reran so often that, with my bad habit of leaving the TV on in the background, I feel like I've seen damn near every episode.

"Disco Inferno"?

Hey, I did the same for all the nerds I knew in high school! You know, right before I punched them.

Obligatory reference:

Just look at it…

"…Boba Fett's helmet, cracked and dirtied, lies amidst the scorch'd sands of Tatooine. When what should appear out of the ashy deep but one lone arm, seizing on that hollow visage and pulling it towards that echoeless void where even Sarlacc dare not venture. That arm, more vein'd and sinew'd than a Rancor's cock,