Man walks down the street wearing that hat, people know he ain't afraid of anything!

Frankly, I know just under dick about Steve Carrell. Here's what I know about Emma Watson:

I'll bet he also runs a side-business breeding "medicinal" leeches.

I'm not even going to ask where Tobias factors into all this. Gimme the blue pill.

DESTINY. DYNASTY. ETERNITY.

Oh shit; remember that period in the early 90's when grown men and women were walking around with pacifiers in their mouths? And those doofy Jayne Cobb hats with the pom-poms?

Worse; they've never changed, and what they want most to do with all their obscene wealth and undeserved power is to force the world to stop changing, too.

Born-again fuck-ups.

Dear God, who does that make Michael in this allegory?

The closest thing to a smart Bush is the talking dog, and he has to be restrained from giving away the baked beans recipe in every damn commercial.

Alright, allright, alllriiight...

You know that thing when you look at your baby and you're like, "You're cute, little baby, and those jeans are all right I guess, but I wish there was some way I could simultaneously hedge my bets that you're not a lesbian while also giving you a nice relaxed look about your denim attire?"

I wasn't necessarily suggesting it, but I'm also not not suggesting it. It could never possibly be worse than the original.

Pogs are back? Is Alf back, in pog form?

I took it as such; I don't so much speak gif as I just pick ones that mirror my precise modulation of mood and thought in the moment.

More of a weary acknowledgment that someone had to -and indeed did- go there. It's like his face is saying:

Um, sir... the balcony is closed.

Only if you wipe up with a miniature American flag.

Yeah, it really makes family movie night even more awkward!