I'm glad I already laid out my stockings.

"Uh, Debbie? There's a hair in my soup."

Off you go, to spend it on penny-whistles and moon pies.

I can Sexually Transmit a lot of things, given the chance.

Give it six months. This establishment will be Pretty Vacant.

A great example of how one unused letter could have altered Emilia's internet privileges for the next 14-15 years.

Ah… the Kiss of Death.

World Trade Center. How's that?

I thought I held that record.

2010: The Year We Make Contact.

Right next to the field.

I didn't know there was a 2nd, but the first one has been the only CD in my car stereo for the past two years.

ll we her is Rdio goo-goo, Rdio g-g.

ICQ or GTFO!

Not really a special, but I would add Bernard and the Genie. It has some great views of early 90s Piccadilly Circus.

Feck, Arse, Girls, Drink! There - my Xmas list is done.

I wouldn't say no. Catch-22, especially, is very underrated.

I've always liked The Goodbye Girl. Though I've never been too crazy about Richard Dreyfuss or Marsha Mason, something about it really works. Oddly enough (or not), that was also one of Judge Judy's picks when she hosted.

Feck Christmas.

But our prisons are already overcrowded by the Original Kings of Comedy.