Aladdin, after the genie first acts on his behalf: "This wish just got real."

Hey, I have that exact outfit!

I'm usually not a fan of deleted scenes, but…

He just fast forwards the whole thing, wondering when they're finally going to start the boxing match.

No, that's what I'm saying as well. Probably worded badly. I'm saying the "_____-American" stuff is this forced, inapt moniker that not only doesn't capture heritage accurately if we want it to, it also suggests degrees of American-ness based on ethnicity.

And what's the cut-off date? Is it, like, "wherever your ancestors were in 1500, that's your ethnic origin."? My mother's side is Irish…but they migrated there from Scotland in, like, 500AD. So… she's Scottish? Oh, wait, they probably came to Scotland from eastern Europe at some point about 5,000 years ago.

I had a friend years ago from Kenya who said most people she knew at home found the term "African-American" hilarious because if it's based on origin, then everyone's African-something since Africa is, you know, where humans come from.

I wonder if it would be equally deflating to say, "This could have potentially staggering ramifications for space travel. I mean, you won't see it. Nor your children. Maaaaaybe your grandchildren. But it could!"

Actually, the photon just had a twin in orbit. China's been working on this stunt for years

My daughter (who's 4) said, "That man is black!" the other day (she's just starting to understand the concept of race), and someone near us gasped and looked at me like I should leap on it and shush her and tell her not to say such things.

"You guys are a bunch of figs! Delightfully unexpected, and with the highest naturally occurring amount of sugar because you're damn sweet and I just adore you! You figs!"

That's what's really going on here. Sessions was reminiscing about DARE, and that ad came up. "Oh, yeah, the eggs ad! Man. That actress went on to bigger things didn't she? She was good in that. In that… that little t-shirt… breasts like, like ripe ripe grapefruit underneath… fuck… that ad… that was efffective,…

They threw him in an old refrigerator, unloaded a couple Glock-9s in to it, he lived. He's free to go. Standard muppet protocol.

As a narcissist, is he regenerated by the fake Twitter followers?

And it kicked fucking ass.

Sorry, Chandler, sorry. I'm not used to the singing of Irish. It cuts through me like a dentist's drill.

No, Who was in Following, Styles is in Dunkirk.

Lois, sitting in the corner of the Daily Planet Christmas party: "I've written 47 songs about Superman, and I'm singing them all tonight."

"Why do you not just force Migos to buckle up?"

CAN'T YOU SEE?! SOYLENT FORMULA IS SEQUEL!!