Too lazy to type "identification".

For a second there I was wondering why Councilman Jamm was creating bumpers for a British channel.

That's some top notch acronym translation.

In her defense, she is just a rock with a painted on face.

My therapist says it's only a disorder if it's impacting my day-to-day life.

Look, I'll cop to a certain obsession with the bathroom habits of fictional characters. What were Frodo's bowel movements like? That question has plagued me since childhood. Don't act all high and mighty!

That always bothered me about the show. If it takes place over 24 hours, when does that man use the restroom? They could've thrown in just one session of stress-induced diarrhea to allow me to sustain my suspension of disbelief.

No they aren't.

The first time I felt successful was when I realized I had been purchasing hummus at the grocery every week for over a year like it was no big deal. That was last night.

I Fucking Hate I Fucking Love Science

What's the point in carrying on with this farce we call 'life'?

"Frankly, Mr. Grendel, I'm a sickening wreck. I've got the 6th century breathing down my neck. I must move fast, you understand me. I want to go down in oral history, Mr. Grendel."

We all just sat there and let it happen. We weren't powerless; we were cowards.

Netflix treats objects like women, man.

Oh, God! Someone put a wooden spoon in his mouth! I'll call 911.

"How do you like them salty waters?"

I had one of those!

Fallon is a monster preying on the weak and nostalgic.

We call that the MANIMAL Special.

Law of the land.