AJ, now that you are in Jupiter space it can be told to you: This Atari cartridge was buried forty feet below the New Mexico surface near an auto wrecking yard. Except for a single, very powerful two-week gaming session in the summer of '82, the 35-year-old black monolith has remained completely inert, its origin and…

Thoroughly Modern Miltie.

I think you meant, "Stop, you grahzny disgusting sods. It's a sin, that's
what it is, a filthy unforgivable sin, you bratchnies!”

To, on; tomato, tomahto.

These days I find snicker to be the default position for someone who has difficulty or delay in processing unexpected or out-of-context emotional cues, so I wouldn't sweat it too much, particularly since this is part of Lynch's M.O.

I mentioned this on another thread, but Lynch is a huge Jacques Tati fan and to me Tati's influence is clear on the Dougie scenes.

Huh, just grilled a batch a few hours ago. With a smidge of garlic.

Why, there they are both, baked in that pie; and I get two scoops of ice cream with my piece.

Or, save it for the customers.

Christoph Waltz would work, too.

If it's any consolation, I plan on wearing prosthetic makeup while watching this at home.

…What if it's Michael Ironside and Tom Skerritt?

Hey, I'm cockin' here!

I Have No Wall, and I Must Load-Bear

"Hey, Homestar. What color iTem are you gonna get?"

Could a coder please do the same for a virtual "Trump Memorial," with the visage of Trump replacing the Lincoln Memorial statue but with the carved words overhead changing to reflect his latest boneheaded tweet? Thank you.

“I didn’t want a number, do you know what I mean?”

I think they were collecting donations of donuts, if I understand properly.

Thirty years ago I got food poisoning from a Madison smorgasbord called something like "The Happy Leprechaun" while I was passing through town.

Prolly as much as Harold Pinter did for ghostwriting Fireside Chat with Mayor Tommy Shanks.