Hopefully, the problem was that there weren't enough spinning Bat-Logo transitions in Affleck's original script.

P-O-P R-I-V-E-T-S.

*signs waiver giving up the right to sue the producers for any personal injury involving Mr. Torn and flying hammers*

Well, you have to plug it in first; for it is an electro-magnet.

Try using this magnet.

They've earned independence.

This sort of messed up time-line stuff is exactly why I gave up watching Doctor Who.

Well, it'll be mildly more interesting than playing Proud Mary. She just rolled around on a river.

My bad. I'm still using the DSM-4.

I think that it'll be quite a while before Spielberg starts returning Shia's calls…

I owe you an apology, doctor. I just looked in the DSM, and there is a listing for "head bads".

Ah, look at you with your fancy medical terminology!

"Doctor Who-the-fuck-does-this guy-think-he-is?!"
*throws wine bottle at screen*

DAH-DAH-DA-DA-DA DAH-DAH DA-DA-DAH-DA-DA
*funky guitar riff*

It's especially devastating when the cops give a sarcastic reply. They can be brutal.

Hang on. I'm getting a call from a Mr. Quentin Tarantino with a correction. The proper term is "black dingus".

If he got any more unruly, the police would have had to get their batons out, and make La Boeuf Blud-geon.

Really? If there's a black sheep among us, it's those wingnuts in New Hampshire.

We can play nice with the Maritime Provinces. I'm all for it myself.

"Hello KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD-. My name is Mr. Senator."