Don't forget the turtleneck to go under the Champion

Beat me to it!

AKA the "Butt Cut"

I need to get my DVDs back in-house, it's been too long since I watched them. Everyone in the neighborhood always (correctly) assumes I'd be the one most likely to own the first three movies, so I'm forever lending them out to people so their kids can see them for the first time.

His "How are you?" with the immediate wince afterwards has to be one of my top five line deliveries ever.

Your seat's in there, four eyes.

uh, No Shit, Internet?

The closest I've come is since watching Defending Your Life, I think about if a decision I'm making is fear-based or not.

Nothing will top Mary Lou Retton's stirring routine on the sand at the beach on Baywatch.

It looks like everyone is trying to get from the boardwalk to their towel without burning their feet too badly on of those really hot days at the beach.

One of my favorite character guys. I think he's had just the right career, he never seemed to want for work. He's always been more big-guy big than plain old fat though. Look at how he absolutely dwarfs Farley in Tommy Boy.

I think I'm a little concerned that you've got a giant, serrated combat knife just laying around somewhere…

A Samoan man is 56 times more likely to make the NFL than an American non-Samoan.

With Anthony Munoz (dubbed, for some reason) holding them back from going too quickly!

I watched Fiji win the gold against GB yesterday in Rugby Sevens. Cripes, somebody get an NFL scout over there, stat. Every single guy on both teams is either like a linebacker who can really run or a BIG running back who has moves.

So, so whiney

I'm going to have to go with her on this one. Pardon my French, but I fucking despise this song.

Obvious disclaimer about tastes being subjective, everyone's entitled, etc., etc.

I'm not talking about your damn word!

Just easin' the tension baby, just easin' the tension…