Anyone could be the next big thing. Being the final big thing would have more cache.

"Frosted cookies and punch."
Precisely.

Torch. Wood. Tee-hee-hee.
Wood.
Ahem.

Consecutive minutes ? Dang. I'm-a have to move some things around.
(Yes. I'm talking about dangly things, if that's what you think I'm talking about.)

Synchronize watches…

"North Pole"…"Yule Log"…"Comes once a year"…"Stocking stuffer"…"Snowball"…*click click click*

I used to wonder why so many actors would clamour to appear in Malick films. Now I just figure it's because there's almost never any dialogue to memorize. Three days on set, three weeks in the studio recording inner monologues. *long dolly shot through wheatfield* "…and then I started wondering about the metaphysical…

The song uses a very sly blend of both the affectionate and the pejorative . They are truly some clever ass bitches.

Great jeeeeoooorrrrbbbb, Internet.

A generation was created by the previous one which had become enthralled by the Vesper Martini. Damned stylish, rebellious kids.

No, that would be the altar boys.

I'm acitric.

Vodka = spirit, cranberry = blood, Triple Sec = trinity. For hangovers, have a heretic that bit you. Or something.

Cosmos…vodka, Triple Sec and cranberry, right ?

Damn…now who's going to piss blood all over me ?

Also, "Serenity Prayer".

Welcome to Storytime, December's Children. Are you lying supine ? Then, I'll begin…where are me fags ?

Ill US, I've…?

Yummy. Who doesn't love a Poe boy ? Not me, for one. That's who doesn't !

In the context of the sentence in which it was used, I feel the word "elusive" would have been a more effective choice. Whatever that means.