It was the earlier haircuts that were best.

Deep cut.

Let us frolic like the Greek of old.

As are most of the acts I commit with your Mother.

You had cool shoes, and probably good hair, too.

Bravo.

You aim at the Hutt, you best not miss.

Ambrose Bierce? Diane Arbus? Mark E. Smith?

For Our Consideration:

But you don't wanna hurt the Fett, 'cause man, you're not comin' back from that.

We could visit the screen door factory.

The Honorable William of Childlike Innocence will release his 200th recording, and found an art movement.

Or at least Gene Ween.

"Run, Powder, run!"

"Nuh-uh, Billy Corgan. You shut your filthy old-person mouth!"

A classic 90s-person disagreement revolves around that song.

You are an antenna for the cosmic truths.

There's something impressive about Small Soldiers wasting both the well-established talent of Phil Hartman, and the as-yet unrealized talent of Kirsten Dunst.

Lucky for you, Sofia. I tried to do the same thing, and got nothing but a big, fat restraining order for my noble efforts.

And here's one now. They take so little effort.