It was done by me, because I’ve never heard his voice. Is it like the voice John Mahoney puts on in Barton Fink?

You guys laugh and say it isn’t possible, but I once reached into my stash and my finger was poked pretty hard by the tip of a stem. It can happen.

Now here’s a man who doesn’t like to pay taxes! Or who simply loves rich people and wishes to protect them from the onerous burden of supporting the infrastructure that helped them get rich in the first place.

Shouldn’t be that difficult though - people from India are not to my knowledge especially renowned for their skill at making arrowheads.

I tell you, I’ve collected but four autographs in my time on this earth. One is Bob Mould, another Jean Cocteau, and a third Dick Miller. But of them all, unquestionably the richest is Peter Jackson, whose signature, ironically enough, is scrawled on the back of a bank statement, the only paper I had handy at the…

Well, naturally. This is the AV Club!

It’s truly mystifying. Loyalty to Trump? Why? I guess we’ll never know.

Yeah, you just hop on up into your flat face, pull away from the home 20, keep your ears on in case of county mounties, watch out some Kojak with a Kodak don’t shoot you in the back, then throw ‘er into boogie gear and put the hammer down before you end up in the ditch greasy side up.

I want the evolution of the English language stop exactly where it was when I became reasonably proficient at using it.

I’m not an American, so maybe I just don’t know, but who would still be a “Trumper” these days? In any case, I’d say your former friend has suitable grounds for dumpage if his girlfriend is one.

Have you seen that motorcycle he rode in Nashville? I mean come on!

I was out at a sort of lounge-type place the other night and this thing was on TV, first I’d heard or seen of it. But they had their TV on that mode where everything looks like a soap opera, which made me think this was some kind of Western soap opera thing. It completely erased any interest I’d have otherwise had in…

“Yeah, The Breakfast Club. That’s the movie where me and four other actors spent all day in the liberry.”

The Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner Club

Ah, John Charpentier, director of the classic horror film Heulouweene.

Awed silence, as I recall. Looking at the release date section of the IMDb, it seems the screening I saw was the very first public one, so I feel pretty, if pointlessly, lucky.

I saw Boogie Nights at the Toronto Film Festival, and that must have been early in its life because it wasn’t even quite finished. Well, they hadn’t put the credits on yet, anyway. But it was a real experience, let me tell you!

Actually he used air miles, but that’s as good as free.

I guess those conventions pay pretty well.