One and the same, my man. One and the same.

Maybe once we've still got to work on Rangoon and Good & Evil before we can even think about dealing with Thunderdome.

Obviously, we must send threatening and vulgar emails to Manuela Arbelaez, Amber Lancaster, Gwendolyn Osborne, and Rachel Reynolds, the four current female TPIR models.

Winner of the 67th Annual "News Item That Makes Prestidigititis Say 'Fuck Yes' Award."

As far as I'm concerned, there are now two television shows that have never had a bad episode. Fawlty Towers and, now, Rick and Morty.

Oh my God! Not the B's! They're the Gentlemen's C+!!! Not the B's!!! NOT THE B'S!!!

Well, you failed to supply an actual point, I guess.

There are swaths of fans of everyone/everything who are insufferable. If you let that get in the way of enjoying a thing, that's not the problem of the person/thing in question.

Given the theme of this article, shouldn't the last line be "Godspeed, li'l Black Emperor"?

That whole pilot episode was surprising, interesting, funny, visually appealing, and promising…and then this final ramble of a monologue occurred, unexplained and uninterrupted, backed by constant interjections of poor addlebrained Morty moaning. And that's the point where the show's attitude, perspective, sense of…

I'm hating double! Sixteen things!

You hold a subconscious bias because his character was named Swearengen.

The word "motherfucker" developed and refined itself in the English language over the course of centuries so that one day it would reach its urgent, poetic, artistic heights of utility by being invoked by Samuel L. Jackson. You know this to be true.

Gr8 h8 m8.

Are you trying to get me more erect?

Nah, fuck that. It was a slap-dash collection of verbal character tics, grindhouse fetishizing, exploitation and thrilling violence that holds together like a paper clip tapestry, but that doesn't stop the disparate pieces from being FUN AS FUCK.

…unfinished?

I believe you mean country/western club mixer DJ Ango.

Eighters gonna eight, I guess. Seriously, though, I'm getting all giddy to see what kind of visuals Tarantino can come up with given a whole landscape of snow, bare trees, and steamy visible breath. That one scene in Kill Bill, Vol. 1 was not enough.

Hightful, A'ight?