Dave Foley offers one of the most Foley-esque line deliveries in that episode:

You were great in Moving...

Since Kinja doesn’t seem to work anymore, I’m gonna respond to myself in order to address the commenter in the greys who thought that my previous comment was meant to be taken seriously. In short, my previous comment was not meant to be taken seriously.

Hey, everyone! Check out King Kong Bundy -- of all people! -- fat shaming a commenter!

Aw, that’s swell. Thanks, Death!

Okay, but you’re burying the lede here, AV Club. Everyone wants to know if he met his maker while still loving little baby ducks, old pickup trucks, slow moving trains...

There’s only one option worth pursuing: time to bring back the draft...

Something about OJ being an awesome football player...

Ruffin.

To be fair, she came up with that name when she was only seventeen...

Come on, man. Give Todd a [FARTS]..

That’s the opening sentence of Charles Bukowski’s last novel, right?

“Goodnight, John Boy!”

**toilet flushes**

Is Cave City, Kentucky, as wonderful as it sounds?

Sorry, Brad!

The first scene at the beginning of this Alan Partridge/Day Today montage features my favorite exchange between Morris and Partridge. I love how flustered Partridge gets when Morris calls him out for being, of all things, a fair weather fan of the law...

Hey, everyone! Check out the literate guy over here who doesn’t live in a drainage ditch with a tarp over it!

Will he be wearing those funny sunglasses when he whips me?

Okay, but what if I call him at 3AM and ask him if he still wears those funny sunglasses?