Anderson's whimsy sure is labor-intensive.

Stop.  Can't you see he's a genius?

Let me guess.  Nothing they do will make any sense.

John Lennon beat her to that lyrical content by about 45 years.

Well, I personally don't like them because I don't like them.

Tell me again why I'm supposed to give a shit about these guys.

If Mr. T were still voicing the policeman, I'd see this.

You need a diving bell to scrape a barrel bottom this deep.

You mean it's not a good idea to work for Dirty Dan at Psychopathic Records?  Okay.  Better write that down.

There's a lot of great stuff on that record.  "I Don't Know" springs to mind.  It just roars, and Tommy's bass playing on the whole album is first-rate.

The problem with the Replacements - I was a big fan of theirs from the beginning, and saw them play live several times - was just how CONSCIOUS Westerberg became of their supposed ramshackle raggedness.  It eventually circled in on itself and became borderline pretentious. "Yeah, we're a bunch of drunks who don't tune…

You mean a guy who likes Internet porn is willing to transition to the real thing just because Scarlett Johansson shows up looking to fuck him??  Okay.  If you say so.

He seems animated throughout.  Like a Warner Bros. cartoon character.

That makes both you and Joe Piscopo.

That's all right.  He never really learned how to make characters' mouths move properly.

I thought this was going to be about 8-tracks.

He needs to do many, many routines with an analyst.

I'm an Indians, Browns, and Cavaliers fan.  So shut the fuck up.

As long as the book doesn't make a lick of sense, I'm sure it will be a masterwork.

Thanks.  I feel that I am.