He gets stressed out and breaks out in zits. It's eww. Staci and Madi told me at the lockers.

No one tosses a dwarf into a corner!

Thanos Bin Laden did it!

Gentle ribbing? Celebs are just like us! I'd bet Cheadle teabags Ruffalo when he's napping. As I said, just like us.

Me and my fellow white Hollywood execs are!

I think this genie's gonna be carrying around some shelving with a spot for that Oscar he's begging for.

At least they didn't slip in footage of Debbie Reynolds.

They're geographically close, which is why we're cool with white Americans playing Mexicans.

I think of this book as empty. 99% of the pop culture references are pointless, adding nothing. The main character is pathetic and unsympathetic. I'm hoping Spielberg can salvage something good from this.

Daniel Day Lewis?

"Dad, in which box did the incest happen?"

1980! I must be watching Remington Steele and masturbating to Stephanie Zimbalist!

One day, my kid will be like, "You really think Shane Carruth's Upstream Color is that great?" because I'm so smart and classy and handsome and I have a big penis.

C'mon, maybe no one's posted about it yet on the comments section, but you can't say there's no cultish love for Bill Murray. EVERYONE loves him.

I, too, don't really get the love.

I want to see Bill Murray and Rita Wilson fight it out.

Um, ANDRE DAWSON, you fuckers.

I'm guessing O'Neal clogged the toilet again.

Sharon Horgan is infinitely watchable.

More like BARF, AMIRITE?