"There ain't been a copy edit'r in these parts since aught five!"

Hahah, nah, we'll still be too firmly in the circular firing squad come 2018 and 2020 to mount a cogent offense.

It's Hamlet but he's a talking pig. Ham-let. The plot is reworked as a cutting indictment of the factory farming industry.

Must be SafeTrack again.

"We sure had a lot of craaaazy characters in my home town! Like old man Jenkins [hikes up pants]: Hey you kids, get off my lawn! Or Rosie the waitress at the Double T Diner [mimes pad and pencil]: Ya want coffee? Pie's fresh baked. Or Tak'inluk, the wayward Inuit [scrunches face]: It's too warm here, and I can't get…

Okay, here's my money.

"It's Twelfth Night meets Reservoir Dogs!"

Is there an echo in here?

He truly is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enema.

"fffffffffffffPPPPPBPBBBBPBPBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTTT…fffpt…fpt."

Crepes! Crepes all week!

My body just goes "nope" when presented with lentils.

Can't make it this time. Sad!

Is this the one on The History Channel where two pals go around rifling through ancient standing stones and earth mounds to find gods to spruce up and resell?

Oh it's terrible. So terrible. But I really loved it for some reason. Richard E. Grant and Sandra Bernhard, Andie McDowell is a undercover nun agent, the whole Swinging on a Star scene…batshit but so lovable.

Oh my god, the candy bar assassins. I forgot about that completely! Man, I have to rewatch that movie.

My favorite part of that movie is when he's shot in the face, because then I don't have to watch David Caruso any more.

The worst.

I've only seen him in Black Mirror and then, shortly thereafter, Sicario. I don't know if he's a star in England, but yeah, I feel like he's poised to explode here. He has fantastic screen charisma.

Top 5 one-season wonders.