Paul Schrader has a knack for working with volatile substance abusers who either have a gravelly voice or are Richard Pryor.

I find this all very silly.

Indiana Jones and the Infinity Gauntlet.

Bell's Two Hearted is the finest of hoppy beers. If I ever move out of this state, I'm going to hoard it like Elaine Benes hoarded sponges.

I appreciate that this came up organically.

They never actually said that was Vader. Luke's been dipping into the Ewoks' stash again.

Vader's black as fuck.

Yeah! Once you hit 11, it's all about Tender Mercies.

Figuring out women's measurements is one of his Redditor Vibe powers.

They created subspace transmission technology and the first thing they thought of to do with it is attach it to a spandex costume so one side can beat up psychic gorillas while the other side Googles stuff.

That's gold, Barry!

The 1970s Superman poster. The title is buried in the text at the bottom. The only images are a red streak in the clouds, plus a graphic of the shield with the words "You'll believe a man can fly" under it.

He's good. That poster is so fucking cool.

You sound very concerned.

Wooden dildos and butt plugs should be treated as decorative only. For practical purposes, you're going to want to go with something along the lines of Pyrex or silicone.

He has a rich friend.

He's like the middle frame of a morph between Toby Maguire and Tilda Swinton.

I'm surprised they don't just shoot a bunch of semi-generic footage of all of these actors whenever they have them on set. Seems like it'd be handy to have some stuff already in the can that they can cut into all the various upcoming Marvel movies as needed. You don't need to work around RDJ and Scarlett Johansson's…

I always thought Romney had more of a "mayor from Jaws" thing going on.

"Uncle Tom."
"WHAT?"
"Wait, that's not the right thing?"
"YEAH."
"Oops. Sorry. I won't say it again."
"OKAY."