I was thinking "why did they film this scene?" by the end of it. I hope you're right.

There's nothing I hate more in rap than "uhn-uhn". Wait, there is: bragadoccio.

You don't treat cancer with only smiles and happy thoughts. Why would you treat depression (cancer on your soul) with only smiles and happy thoughts?

I lost a great relationship because of it. I had a crisis and she couldn't handle it. Today, I think it was reasonable.

Really wasn't. But no need to call me Shirley. Thank you.

"moved all its minor thirds up a half-step" — that's not how it works. If you transpose like that, you'd still have a minor key, only a half-step higher. What they do is change some intervals from minor to major.

I'll happily and unironically trade Legion and Young Pope for Agents of SHIELD. The final arc of the season was just spectacular after two great ones.

But… the money is in the banana stand!

Or it… may not.

Exactly. Also: I take lorazepam to sleep. From what I can tell, the suicidal side effects only come after some time of frequent high doses (I might be wrong), but judgment impairment could surely come just 30 minutes after an abnormal dose. Who knows what crossed his mind after those 30 minutes? Autoerotic…

I remember that, and also on Scrubs when Elliot does that and gets into the hospital all femme fatale to the sound of American Girl.

If there's a pool at a party, someone's gonna fall into it. Always. *Always* (cringe).

Azukidding me? What else canned we do? We're all human beans here. Come on, just give chickpeas a chance.

Rights be damned, make one of those Netflix projects a proper ending for Togetherness. HBO will take that lightly. We promise.

I'll just go with Inigo Montoya. No idea why that sounds great to me.

I've been listening to it for 26 minutes and those people NEVER STOPPED SCREAMING. I guess each one in the audience went home and formed their own band afterwards, with those lungs.

Not sure if it qualifies (and/or if still being run the same way), but Warner Reprise had that discombobulated dancing guy inside what looked like a bucket with the keyboard music and "boh-boh-boh". Yeah, that'll be my description.

Wait… "directed by Tim Burton"? Not sure if I get sarcasm there, but it was written and directed by Victor Salva.

Eighteen year-old me loved this movie and watched it about five times in six months. I thought it had been just forgotten.

Rio is indeed a nightmarish hellhole! It's ridiculously hot, it's loud, crowded, violent, unsafe. Everybody wants their share of you all the freaking time. The city smells. The traffic makes little sense. Even the accent is annoying. And São Paulo is a "terrifying" dystopia just in the same way that many huge cities…