That's my hope.

I would go to that Guy Fieri Flavortown restaurant in Times Square.

I look forward to seeing him shout-act in a bad Italian accent.

*freezes in place*

She's rich enough that voting is a liability.

Doot loodle doot doo.

Polyjuice Potion once again thwarted by shedding pets.

DON'T REVIVE SHOWS THAT ALREADY RAN OUT OF GOOD IDEAS.

The imaginary version of Book-Brann that I made up to annoy my book fan brother (Brandon Starks, son of Ted and Kathleen Starks) would have been all about that hug too. Brandon Starks loves hugs and hot cocoa.

She just wanted a damn hug.

It's not an initialism. You pronounce it "turl"

His girdle could squeeze out an audible fart on live TV like Nancy Grace.

Oh shit he was! How silly of me to mix up alcoholic, abusive redheaded men in kids movies.

I'm embarrassed to admit I always remembered the clown being played by Timothy Busfield. It made for a more interesting movie in my imagined memory.

This is the guy who thought he invented a new word when he mispronounced "epistemology." He shouldn't be trusted in linguistic matters.

Look if you're gonna go around fact checking my claims, I can save you a lot of time.

This is accurate to my scouting experiences.

That Steve Miller is racist too. Turns out "pompatus" is an old slur for South Asians.

I disagree with him, but, "I thought it out-poltered Poltergeist," is a pretty great line. linguistically it makes zero sense because "polter" is old German or something for "makes a sound or rumble," but it conveys the intended message well enough.

Plus the reveal seems a lot less vengeful if she was like, "Your son's death was a collaboration."