O'Reilly doesn't control anything. We're lucky if he can control his own bowels.

Don't forget, your first order from Adam & Eve comes with a special surprise gift, which has been revealed to be hamantaschen.

What kind of crappy systems are you using that don't require numbers, upper and lower case letter and special characters? You should have to be writing down Morm0n!69 and Gla$$69 on your post-its!

I found myself in South Dakota about five years ago and noticed then that all the signage only had seven digits and no area code. Coming from the greater LA area, that's practically unthinkable.

Ah, remember the good old days when you could write down a seven-digit phone number and just assume what the area code was?

Oh come on, the big, bloody fight in a church alone was more memorable than most films in their entirety.

Mr. G played the National Anthem at Game 6 of the 1988 National League Playoffs, Mets vs. Dodgers at Dodger Stadium. Roseanne excluded, I think it was the only time I'd heard booing at the National Anthem. He played something that was remotely evocative of the anthem, that almost followed the same basic melody, but…

"I'm Rob Lowe."
"And I'm 'Will Shill the Unhealthiest Crap on the Planet for Money' Rob Lowe."

Well, no, because the show was canceled not long after Oliver's arrival.

Incomprehensible perhaps?

Did anyone else do a spit take while drinking some good single malt when Gilbert Gottfried's voice came out of Kushner's mouth? Note to self: Stick to the cheap stuff while watching John Oliver…

"…whose signature ‘superflat‘ style involves heavy use of turbo-sexualized
images of women dressed up as little girls and women with exaggerated
cleavage."

No, because after just one shift behind the counter the uniforms will be coated with a thin layer of grease that will repel all water, preventing the tie-dye effect. Sorry.

"Welcome to McDonalds, would you like to try the new Soylent McGreen?"

You really don't want to sit in the first three rows.

He doesn't deserve the courtesy of spell checking his name.

"Hello, and welcome to the Museum of Failure, I'm your tour guide, Zach Snyder."

Come on, I'm pretty sure it's DC headquarters where the coke is flowing. "You want to make a superman movie that's dark, plodding, boring and borderline incomprehensible, then follow that up with an awkward Batman/Superman crossover that's just one long ad for the Justice League movie that will follow it? sounds…

So, it's Caprica all over again, this time with Superman emblems adorning everything.

I thought NPH did that cameo as a way of apologizing to Felicia Day for that time he killed her.