Imagine, if you will, an announcer you can barely understand. He refers to a *incomprehensible muttering*, but you're not quite sure what he said. He seems to be eating something, or perhaps he's a little drunk. It's remotely possible that he just said something about the Scary Door.

Oh no, I've killed Wilson. Looks like it's back to prison for me.

You would say that, you have the brain pan of a stage coach-tilter.

So, you want a realistic, down-to-earth film that's completely off-the-wall and swarming with magic robots?

Et tu, Humanite?

I made a promise on the grave of my parents that I would rid the west of the evil that made them into glue. By day, I am Quick Draw McGraw, bumbling sheriff. At night, criminals, a cowardly and superstitious lot, call me… El Kabong.

Keep firing assholes!

The A. V. Club:
A gateway drug aimed at children

The next time you have a thought, just let it go.

No shit?

Biff Tannen in that reading one has the weight of a truck-load of horse shit.

He's a squatter!

Peggy: "Remember the time we had breakfast for dinner?"

TO THE BUGABAGO!!!

It's Griff's hoverboard.

At age eleven, I audited my parents. Believe me there were some discrepancies, and I was grounded.

Now for Weird Scenes Inside the Gold Mine.

OH… A gime.

Just like baseball.

Well McCallister, Billy is dead! They slit his throat from ear to ear.