"Soap! Soap with a prize inside!"

It's a violent sport; someone might get kilt.

The twist is that they are actually birch.

C2 it that you watch as soon as possible.

The reviewer is having some pointless (yep, confirmed) flashbacks.

All those people in the picture are hot. I bet they get waylaid.

Unauthorized cinnamon, Deadwood —- HBO!

The Castro —- Looking, HBO!

The Jeopardy! writers outdid themselves with the category titles. Mo Rocca —> "MoRocca-n History."

The Grandfather: Part II
Casino… Cruise
Heat IcyHot
Groanin'
Sleepers
Really-Early Awakenings

-How do I die?
-You don't.

Lil bit. Lil bit.

The patented Smallville "let's hope he gets electrocuted" stance.

Yes! Who in the world knows "Sarah" but not "Lazarus"?! It *must* be that he was second-guessing himself about Lazarus.

I found that particular answer very difficult. Even if the options had been only Niger and Nigeria, say, I still would not have known which.

Fair enough.

I did not know that. Cooked (animal; non-human) brains do sort of stay solid and together, but I've never seem them raw.

Or married to Beyonce.

I'm trying to understand why Major didn't shoot the guy in the head. More generally, why he didn't verify that the dude was dead or at least unconscious. (Even allowing that Major would reasonably assume the dude is human—Major doesn't know about zombies.)

For me it's like a red car: great, but too specific; something more neutral ends up being better suited for certain occasions. Holly Hunter (or, for all I know, merely her onscreen persona) is too specific.