Don't they shoot horses that lame anymore?

I desperately want Tim Meadows to quietly slip on stage during a sketch, chloroform Kenan and take over the rest of the show, with no one saying anything about it.

Matt Albie and Danny Tripp, where are you?

Can I blame him? I need to blame somebody.

…waitaminute

Too much hair, for one.

Who gets it wrong?

What a magnificent piece of shit that was.

I decided to just wait for the premiere. Impatiently.

Could be worse, you could be fisted to death.

It's the Phantom Menace of mafia movies.

Who in their right mind would fight off head? Thank you, I'll be here all week. Try the veal.

Ah, the Anne Hathaway motto: This sounds vaguely pleasant.

I remember ADORING Peih-Gee in her first season, so I am tossing all my love her way (ew, not like that.).

"Dawn's in trouble. Must be Tuesday."

I'd have to go with Leo McGarry.

Clearly, I should have been commenting on the weekly reviews. Every little click helps. I regret EVERYTHING.

I find no fault in that. And now I'm going to have to sit down and think of my personal MATCHES THAT MAKE ME HAPPY list. I know Foley winning his first World title is on there, and so is Guerrero/Lesnar. Probably Goldberg/Hogan, too.

FINE, I'LL BE THE ONE TO SAY IT. I love Bayley like a fat kid loves cake, but Sasha/Becky was a superior match. THIS HAD A BETTER ENDING.

I said consummate v's. CONSUMMATE.