Shoulda had Denzel come back to direct.

Meanwhile Alan Dean Foster and company are just sitting, waiting for the phone to ring.

A robot that will call the cops on you and fall down the stairs? Why did they not name it Karen?

I wonder how often Ms Pompeo uses phrases like “[he] went ham on my ass” and “yo, we went at it.” Is it every time she opens her mouth, as the interview would suggest?

I feel it is incumbent to add that Upgrade’s Logan Marshall Green is a dead ringer for Tom Hardy.

Always improving.

No, Time to Die

We have top men working on it right now.

No way, buddy. The board at Time’s Up ain’t falling for this one again.

Should be a few weeks before Sunny is Hostin’ again.

Until we see some proper data on intrawazoonous drug administration, probably best to take you vaccines the old fashioned way.

Where are you, dicks with time machines, now in our hour of greatest need?

Hey, at least you didn’t tick off Michael Crichton, who would not have attempted any ambiguity if he wanted to insult you. Take the case of Michael Crowley, who wrote a critique of Crichton for the New Republic and found himself cast in the novel “Next” as a pedophile with a small penis.

Kitt Fisto, obviously 

Man, we don’t need a monkey to kill anybody. We just need one who can be a strong disciplinarian. A Spanking Monkey, if you will.

I propose that “Nightbooks” be henceforth referred to as “Don’t Trust the Witch in Apartment 23”.

“Did you document me/

It’s a job that demands a lot of courage. Dutch courage.

No, no. She worked for the Pentagon as a wooden shoe.

That’s a book that really spills the tea.