Absolutely. How many episodes did MST3K get out of an equal number of terrible films from the 50s through the 70s that, as the MST crew has said many times, had to be un-self-awarely bad to be considered riffable?

But I'm not even that fat on account of my bacon fixation! Yet.

Oh shit, really? Guess figuring out the answer to that is as good a reason as any to watch "Terminator" again.

And an equally important further step, once they outgrow chafing themselves to kingdom come as teenagers, to understand why personal lubricant companies offer silicone based lube.

Which, outside of places where such things are buried, hold up our power lines. And our cable. And our fiber optics.

I'm surprisingly okay with Woody Harrelson turning into James Incandenza.

Lincoln impersonator picks up Trump and hurls him against the wall. Trump slumps over, his neck broken.

I hope he gets real fucked up by jumping into a pile of his own gold and rolling around with compound fractures like Peter in the "Family Guy" parody of Scrooge McDuck.

But doesn't the U.K. have a whole bunch of fried chicken joints that call themselves some non-quite-infringing name that abbreviates to "KFC", so they can advertise themselves as "KFC" on their signage?

"DLOPP, YUWEBBENS! DEES BWOCKS, AHUNDEH, ARRUST!"

Debatable, but Serrano is an Italian surname and the Italians've got the Vatican on their side, so it's hardly a fair comparison between Jesus piss jars and lushly, sexually photographed studio portraits of big rigs.

Consider yourself lucky, Coast Guard. Navy SEALs have to tie the fuck knot underwater in BUD/S training — while blindfolded and without any sort of lubricant!

You have been fined 2 credits for violating the Comment Morality Statute.

I regret to inform you of this, Taco Bell bell, but in Trump's America it was KFC that won the Franchise Wars.

That kind of excellent analogy is why they pay you the big(?) bucks!

With enough emotional distance, both the Arabic caricaturization of the terrorists and the whole bit where Arnie appropriates government resources to spy on his wife — a scheme that, in addition to what it would cost to requisition all that surveillance equipment, takes, like, five agents away from doing their job of…

SEE YOU AT ZE INAUHGURATION, DONALHD!

That's a really good way of putting it. "Kill Bill"'s action doesn't feel like a punctuation in the way does, say, shooting Robert DeNiro in the head out of nowhere.

If we're hypothetically erasing Tarantino films, I'd argue there's a case to at least keep "Kill Bill: Part One" in the running based if nothing else on a more traditional use of action set pieces than you see in most of his other work.

Since there's a definite "before Tarantino, after Tarantino" period in 90s filmmaking, I don't know how fair it is to compare "Pulp Fiction" to a traditional genre, but "neo-noir" is close to describing it, I think.