I've watched each of the three Plinkett Star Wars prequel reviews more times than I've watched the three prequels.

Yes…
No, no, no, no, no, no, yes
No, no, no, no, no, no, yes
No, no, yes
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no…

I grew up in farm country, where you ride 'em until they're tired.

How stately.

I put my best foot flowered.

Incredibly doomed. The kind of doomed you wouldn't accept from a fictional story because it would be too absurd.

It's just the fame talking.

Doesn't matter who.

You're forgetting the old racist lady.

"Ike, do your impression of Rob Morrow's film career!"

WHERE'S FIREFLY?

I can't believe you could have said "It's Inevitable Disappointment", but didn't.

Different!

The Boy With His Hair in a Bag.

I believe all three of those numbered things are accurate, which makes your first line the lie.

I resemble that remark.

Avada Kedavra!

EVERYTHING IS YOUR FAULT NOW.

Watch Spaced first.

There's no way to know.