Mike: "This is a better movie than Temple of Doom, which got two stars."
Crow: "Well, that's possible…"

There's no middle ground for this sort of thing anymore. I'm quick to deride soundtracks as hipster fodder when it features obscure indie music, but yet I also roll my eyes with soundtracks full of classic rock tunes. I guess the former comes across as self-consciously twee, and the latter a total "nudge, nudge, see…

That Bonobos and the Hedge?

"David Crosby! You're my idol!"
"You like my music?"
"You're a musician?"

Hey now. Hey now now.

The Rusty Bird Cage?

A pale imitation of Mr. Epp and the Calculations…

No, but Crystal Skull Vodka makes a great orange whip!

As Dan Aykroyd, I couldn't help it. It just popped in there.

That's pretty much what Ben Franklin did…

I'd rather go see Sack Lunch.

There's a psychomagnetheric slime flow of immense proportions that's building underneath the city.

Again with the ET cartridges!

The Mitchum version of Farewell My Lovely is one of my all time favorite movies.

Sue Rat Race!

"And there was one line in it…Imagine no possessions…and that's something I couldn't do. Because I've tried and I tried. And I've always just ended up thinking about drums."

"To be honest, I thought it was a bit boastful."

Was Laserblast a better movie, Mr. Maltin?

As it was basically a combination of Raiders of the Lost Ark and Army of Darkness, the 1999 Mummy was practically scientifically calculated for what I wanted out of cinema when I was 14.

Who am I kidding, I never went to Castleton…