One of those Midnight in Paris parties that Owen Wilson stumbles into would be fun. Always wanted to drink with Hemingway and Fitzgerald.

I want to see a movie that follows the horrible life of the cleaning crew that those rich weirdos hired to clean all the bodily fluids off of their couches, tables, etc. I hope they got paid well.

The toga party is the first thing that popped into my mind. I would love to get wasted with Bluto.

Make these people go away now, thanks.

Rest in peace, sweet princess.

Remember the explanation for why Peter Gregory died on Silicon Valley? That's what would happen to Trump. He has never physically run. If he did…he'd just die.

You guys are doing a Radiohead thing! You dirty dogs!

I hesitate to call it my favorite album so far this year or even to say that I love it (but it is and I do), precisely because there's such real life meaning behind it. It feels…wrong…to enjoy art when it comes about by way of a tragic death and the soul-crushing grief of the artist.

Celebration Rock is the best album of this young century. It is known.

Also, for the umpteenth time, no charges against Woody Allen have been substantiated. People need to stop comparing him and Polanski. Just fucking stop.

He was a true Gentleman. RIP.

Actually, as of now, I think it's Cersei Lannister.

*Jerry Stiller institutes Prime Noctae*

I assume just because of her verse on "Monster"? Because otherwise she fucking sucks.

I'm disturbed that he would think "Donkey Sauce" a sexy name.

At least it's not a sequel to Ghost Dad.

His ego.

You mentioned you like clear distinction in characters, and I think that may be why you don't like Trump as a character. Trump is at once predictable (narcissistic, egoistic, etc.) and yet he acts against his own self-interest - something that doesn't really make sense for a character so self-involved.

"I have a competition in me. I want no one else to succeed. I hate most people."

He overcame cerebral palsy. Give him a break.