I just loved Brook’s surrealism; you make a movie about trying to make a silent movie, and the only person who speaks in the entire film is the mime!

I assume this means it’s only a matter of time before Trump shoots off a rambling, self-absorbed tweet that mistakenly threatens Greenland. Ireland!

Because there’s nothing you can cause mixing trained shooters, PTSD and prescribed hallucinogens that can’t be cured by thoughts and prayers…

How about the Blue Oyster Bar? It’s on Howard…

Moisturizing properly is the key!

A big smear of Santorum!

Letting the truth go by!

That was way harsh, Hazel!

I was so over the show by then I actually had to Google that!

I would pull you up on this normally – far too many “Plastic Paddys”! – but when you come back to “visit the old country” and people actually remember your grandfather before he emigrated, you probably deserve to call yourself Irish.

I’d say the rot set in with “Flaming Moe’s” (s3e10), having Aerosmith on as guests for no reason other than “fuck it, we’re so famous now Aerosmith want to be on the show”!

Dear Jesus, that collar…

And you were on the internet in minutes, registering your disgust throughout the world!

You skipped over Marcel’s finest moment…

You think he could have someone pull them higher than his ankles?

So he’s an almighty load of sloppy seconds? I can see that…

In the interests of accuracy, will they get annoyed if we call them Aunt Tammys?

Shut the fuck up, Tomato. We all know you’ll just stay in your mom’s basement like any other day…

Maith an buachaill, Gearoid!