Find a way to work in Eva Marie's announcer.

He'll raise his own kendo stick to decide the match, but then realize no one cared because it was him, and they'll never know for sure.

Clarkson generated more chemistry with Wright in 15 seconds than the Yates character did in a season and a half.

No, it's stairs. No show loves it's "people on stairs" shots like HoC.

Pretty Hardhat maneuver.

I remember when I had my heart attack, and I had to direct the ambulance drivers to the main hospital from urgent care because they didn't know the best route. I was laying on my back, getting the nitro, and I'm thinking "OK, I'm laying on my back, traveling northwest… I'd REALLY better get this right."

I also wanted to chime in on how awful this is. Are they going to insist it's the "First Annual Great Balls of Fire!" Will there be some sort of fire related match? Are they going to hire a Jerry Lee Lewis impersonator, and will anyone recognize that? Who would buy a "Great Balls of Fire!" t-shirt?

Yes, if I ran for office, I'd expect the army of satire to follow.

Goodness gracious, that's a terrible name for a PPV.

Calling it a spoiler with regards to this show is a bit of a misnomer; it's more of a "reprieve".

The hack is coming from inside the ABC!

What makes Eyes of Laura Mars great is a lot of illicit substances… although, if I remember, the last ten minutes deliver.

This was an entertaining little movie. Amusing stuff happened at frequent, dependable intervals, and then it was over. That's extremely high praise. The animation was jammed with clever background touches, and the theater was pretty full; I had to wait a few showings to avoid the front row, so hopefully another one…

Yeah, that was decidedly below the level of my six year old, so I don't understand… but neither do the kids, so I'll guess they misfired.

You try concocting a movie like NBT, and keeping your recreational drug budget under projection.

When are we gonna get to THAT fireworks factory?

I'd ask the same of you.

No, you actually used adult words to tell me I misread a thing- not a goldfish or fuckstick in sight- and I responded accordingly; I reached the conclusion that the apology was shitty with the corrected information.

Criminy, I acknowledged it like five times. You must really have an agenda against erasers on pencils, too.

Yeah, once someone pointed out his apology was shitty because X, not Y, I stood on the fact that X was still shitty, even though it wasn't Y.