Add another layer: the genitalia are also pugilists!

Be honest: Aunt Petunia told you during your weekly game of Scrabble.

But he was wearing shoes, and was not wearing a wife-beater, and was not crawling down a vent—

Restraint was exercised: At least there was no sombrero-clad corpse squatting in a corner as though taking a siesta.

—"Enchantment? Enchantment!"

"The Gardens of the Moon"

::flush::

Louis Gossett Jr., from Boardwalk Empire?

"Wherever Barbarella is threatened, you will find…"

"Back in bowl!"

-"Proper"?
-Nyet. Convenient.

The show is going to be moved from Fridays and Tuesdays to a steel-town girl on a Saturday night.

I'm keeping my dailies! Ooh, gonna keep my dailies!

Ah, the Welsh pronunciation!

I looked it up now just to be sure my memory wasn't playing tricks on me. We don't actually get any sort of wide shot that shows the whole track: all we get is a blurry suggestion of three or four horses running in front of a fence (in a rather tight shot).

He could have played a founding member of the League of Racist Old Coots on Boardwalk Empire.

"Good Job, Internet!"

Raw pigeons?

I'm really good at achieving subluminal speeds.

Good job there not letting the possessive get derailed by the appositive adjective clause.