Remember that time when Wanda Sykes was the host of the Emmy Awards show and The Cos threw her serious attitude and the stink eye (even though he was wearing sunglasses) live on TV because he thought she was talking "too black?" Wanda approached him sitting in the audience and mentioned that he was going to be…

And you want to be my latex salesman?*

Oh, I hadn't heard they were holding auditions?!

Sure, the book is solid, and the performers top notch, but as a film it's without charm or grace, and as a musical stage play it's more than a bit one note, to me. That's what makes Hamilton so great, or at least so enjoyable, the quality and variety of music. It's a veritable cornucopia of musical extravagance, etc,…

This is great. I remember one night waaaaaaaay back when Sean Penn had done just a couple hit movies and was the Big New Young Star guest on The Tonight Show and the unusually young studio audience was absolutely maniacally clinging to Sean's every word, and with each semi-sarcastic, supernaturally confident utterance…

The only bat you have is the one fluttering frantically around in your cavernous echoey skull! Yoink!

Get outta here!

Fire Marshall Bill was the most surreal thing I'd ever seen up to that point in my life.

My grandparents still wouldn't know Jim Carrey's name if you played them 16 hours of Jim Carrey movies. My grandparents are dead. Also, they're lovely people.

He's from Pawnee. Pawnee City, Nebraska.

Plus all the Mead you can drink… Or eat. WTF is Mead?!!

Mila Kunis?!!! What a punk.

Heaven Scent is the name of my new farts and toast inspired fragrance.

That song? You guessed it, "Eye of the Tiger."

You, uh, you still taking that Ambien?

And dat's da name o' dat tune, Jack.

John Belushi's ghost materialized and tried to smash Thom's guitar, but couldn't actually grasp the instrument with his incorporeal hands. Silly Belushi ghost.

The other one.

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*Looks up definition of Paranoid Delusion* Yep, your story checks out.