In my bed, eating crackers.

Yeah. I'd watch. The dialogue would be 50 percent unintelligible mumbling and 50 percent bleeped out swear words.

I feel like Paul should just do the world a favor and get Dixon Bainbridge (aka Matt Berry) to voice Paddington.

Last night's episode gave me some PTSD flashbacks to latter day Nip/Tuck where the sex/violence/gore/ridiculousness was ratcheted up to cartoonish levels.

You need to be made head screenwriter on the show immediately.

"It's not who you are, it's who you do…" First line in inevitable porn adaptation, Uranus Ascending.

ROBOT ROLL CALL!

You really can't expect anything less than great quotes from an author, dreamweaver, visionary, plus actor like Garth Marenghi. :)

I'm loving the comment/user name synergy here.

I know writers who use subtext and they're all cowards. OK? What I was
asking in that scene is: what if politicians continue to pay doctors
peanuts, could they literally turn into monkeys? And no-one's asked that
before.

Sploosh!

F.A.S. =/= Autism

I dunno. I thought he made a beautiful Catwoman.

There's still something "Uncanny Valley" about the eyes in close-up to me.

He has his FATHER'S eyes!

I want to believe that this could happen.

Also, he just couldn't pass the hygiene section of the food handler's license test.

Diane, I have in my hands a pair of overpriced, novelty leggings.

We would have also accepted "touch the lives of school children"

Watching Marilyn ramble was kind of depressing. Didn't he used to be somewhat intelligent back in the day?