If you punch in "58008" and turn the machine upside-down, it unscrambles the Skinemax.

And we all know this one …

When you try to order a bag of Skittles, the vending machine has ways of shutting it down.

It was so awesome as a kid because he just left the vending machine maintenance key there in the garage and you could steal all the Snickers and Skittles and especially Big Red gum you wanted.

One of my uncles is a fervent Rand Paul acolyte who runs a vending machine and raw meat business and the other is a retired accountant who plays tennis and lives in a gated retirement compound in Fort Meyers, Fla.

He's a real nudie man,
Sitting in his nudie land,
Making all his nudie plans,
For nudity.

You shoulda paid my uncle that $50 bucks for a hookup when you had the chance.

Quick! Revise the textbooks!

Seems like there's plenty of shady neighborhoods and dive bars on Tatooine whose inhabitants and customers are hostile or at least wary of the Empire or authority in general. Tatooinians seem pretty street smart — but with a small-town social attitude, like everyone knows each other in some way — and likely to keep…

Cannonbaaaaaaaalllll!!!

The crucial point at which world leaders decide the fate of our future is when they choose between jumpsuits or capes.

So, a big-screen treatment of "Laser Cats"?

They're returning home, and the epic poem that is "Prawn" comes to a close.

The production design on "Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy" show on the BBC is rough to the point of being very hard to watch. The acting and writing were on par with the "HHGTGG" radio series, but the radio show is infinitely better for the lack of cheap visuals. So there's the matter of the technology and funding…

Whoa, like, what if the Milky Way was really just a speck of dirt under amnesia's toenail … maaaaaaan!

That overhead shot was a nice little "Pushing Daisies"-style cinematographic callback.

He'll always be Chuck Noblet to me.

His feigned discomfort when Crawford asked to take the what-turned-out-to-not-be-made-out-of-people-meat was awesome. I think Hannibal knows it's only a matter of time before he's confronted by the FBI, and he's having as much fun messing with them as he can before he gets busted.

This episode introduced me to the concept of cooking with clay, and now I really want to try it.

It's the logical extension of calling all motion recordings "footage," even though they might not be on film that you measure in feet.