You know how we inexplicably mock Charlie Sheen's mental illness and chemical dependency? The basic plot of the show is that we get to mock his *fictional character's* mental illness and chemical dependency.

*turns with slack jaw look on face*

Like how Spike Lee films "joints."

That's the look on his face: where did my career go? I have to play the *father* to hot girls now?

MURDER!

My one buddy was in an orgy once, with one other guy and four chicks, and he said it was kind of gross.

I would like to hang out with Danny Ocean and gang at the end of Ocean's Twelve. That's my idea of a party.

I think it's a bunch of random declarations that sounds important and deep upon first listen.

It takes a few episodes to find its footing.

I can't believe this show is still on. It seems like a relic of the Bush era.

There was something dark about that party, even by 80s teen movie standards.

Better than the actual movie.

I tell everyone about it, alongside Orphan Black and Boardwalk Empire.

It simply wasn't interesting. I felt like I'd seen it before in various combinations.

Florida is where you jack off in adult movie theaters.

The highest level of personal and corporate tax? Except for every other time since 1916.

Kolob.

I think I had that exact same necktie circa 1994.

More interview highlights: SPOILERS

This show does an admirable job of picking up where HBO's young person in New York shows left off: Bored To Death, Flight of the Conchords, and Life and Times of Tim. It's more vulgar, too, which could become a crutch in the future, but for now, I want to see some more wacky adventures of these two Jewesses.