If you look at that Twitter thread: one of my friends posted his doubt that you needed an "official snack" for a five minute event.

The A.V. Club

"Works on contingency basis? No, money down!"

Why does not Colter, the jockiest, hunkiest member of the cast, simply not

The doctor is his mother.

(puts my half-finished cruller down; backs away warily)

And don't call me Chief!

He has many layers.

Those are the words you have to get Andrew "Dice" Clay to say in order to banish him back to the Fifth Dimension for 90 days.

My mom, when I took out and read Ian Fleming's Thunderball when I was ten or twelve (very early 1970s): "Are you sure that's appropriate reading for you?"

As a guy who worked in publishing for twenty-five years, the last ten of which were working directly with Amazon, I'll tell you they'll certainly advertise any book with a gun on it. (We did a few mysteries this way.)

Gypsy: "Hey guys, how's the movie?"

What about a kitten playing with a really nice, tight ass?

Tipper? I barely testified in the 1985 PMRC Senate Hearing against 'er!

I HATE TOM AMERICA'S NEW VOICE

Not in front of his wife.

How about Final Justice? We'll sic Joe Don Baker on him…oh man, that won't work, Trump'll just give him cake and fried chicken.

Latveria would be an upgrade. At least Doom takes care of his people.

(Judge Reinhold sadly returns to his home)

Curiously enough, that's the brand name of a piano.