I just happened to have it on again as I read this...

“I am a God King, and from now on Thursday shall be known as Trumpday!”

“Those Democrats! Why don’t they want safety! So unsafe!”

He’ll stay in his jammies and have Kellyanne make him a bed on the couch ,where he’ll watch TV all day, and drink juice from a sippy.

What Marla really said is that Bill Clinton was the best sax she ever had.

Trump isn’t your president, right? Take the spoilers as a small price to pay for this to be the case.

They clearly had a plan. Not for the photo albums or the dog, but for the family.

They were about to release him and he was joking and acting healthy AF. In that case, I’d feel pretty damned safe in going to the vending machine.

Because they only ever called it a slow cooler on the show. Coulda been made by whatever company made the corn baller — or whatever it was called — for George Bluth.

The photos and tape were right on the entertainment center which he probably had to go past. I don’t know about the rest of the stuff.

I love it. I don’t cry every episode, though. I think only 3 episodes made me ugly cry. Last night I only made it to prickling behind the eyelids, lump in the throat, probably because I was prepared for it to be devastating.

Wasn’t there a line of dialogue specifically about Kate’s window not working as an escape route?

Jack will send you a belly laugh each year within a week either way of Superbowl Sunday, depending on scheduling.

That reminds me of when my husband and I were volunteering at a shelter (where I eventually worked, and a Sheltie came in as a stray. Shelties are my dogs, dawg. Er, anyhow, I was told after the stray hold he wouldn’t go up for adoption due to his age. I take him to a cage and start to get him settled in, and my…

For me, it’s not the voice so much as the way Mandy Moore says certain words that sounds young.

I mean, we’re all sating Crock Pot, but it was only called a slow cooker on the show.

“When she was schlepping that meat across (along? down?) the Oregon Trail in a covered wagon...”

I think of that scene every time I hear the song. (And it goes without saying about the Peter Gabriel song.)