Somewhere, somewhen, Liefeld wakes up with an idea for an Omega-level mutant whose power is weaponizing pouches.

Great. All this talk has summoned the TRS-80 of Sentinels.

If poor taste was a symptom of cancer, Trump would be a 200lb. walking orange HeLa monster.

I didn't know Napoleon Solo had a niece.

Burninating the countryside,
Burninating the Khals,
Burninating all the Dothraki,
And the dosh khaleen's thatched-roof COTTAGES!

Wait, did they actually say in the show that this was the Tower of Joy? Otherwise Bran could open that other door to see Toad: "Sorry, our Lyanna is in another castle."

Doogie Stark.

Or as Pycelle calls it, "Loosing a three-eyed raven."

Isn't she technically stealing this future Carter from her future self? Who is future Kendra going to have as a soulmate; does future Kendra steal a more future Carter from a more future Kendra?

And the "part of this balanced breakfast" shot should include three fingers of Jameson's.

Instead of arrows, can his bow fire chickens?

Colin Mochrie?

Tyrion Striker: "Severe shell-shock. Thinks he's Ethel Merman. …War is hell."

Just send Ser Strong to set him straight.

So they don't weigh the same as a duck?

Way to grill Webber there, rake his name over the coals.

I'm still trying to figure out why Elaine Paige was juicing primobolan, and why Andrew Lloyd Webber can't get into the Hall of Fame for gambling.

Uh-uh, you can't leave that way. Use the servants' entrance.

He was really really moved by Evita?

"Martha, Martha, Martha!" [/Jan]