This was a good episode, but I’m not sure anything can ever compare to this exchange in the Jennifer Lawrence-vs.-Chris Pratt video:

Everything so far this season seems very underwhelming. In the previous “change-everything” seasons, the premise itself was enough to draw me in, with the voice cast’s interplay serving as the icing on the cake. I haven’t found that to be the case with S9.

I suspect you might find a lot of drummers and bass players who aren’t necessarily into the music their band plays. It’s tough for a drummer to be the person who starts a band. Stereotypically speaking, you usually have a couple guitar players who are looking for a drummer or bassist.

I typically enjoy listening to the music my band makes 1-2 times. I started recording our sets because, in the moment, it almost always sounded bad to me. We would get done with a show and I’d think, “Man, I played terrible.” But then I’d listen to the recording to start to feel better.

People still listen to that Beethoven guy, or so I hear.

“...I still couldn’t make out exactly when the faux Jim Delos was saying to Bernard at the end.”

I’m 100% Team Panama when the hands start getting thrown. It’s not even in the Top Five best tunes from The Score. That goes to:

True dat. It’s never good when anything on Westworld reminds me of The Walking Dead. That poorly-CGI’d tiger most definitely did.

Kanye has become the physical embodiment of DMX’s gloriously-ignorant “F*ck a book/Shorty can’t eat no books” speech from Belly.

This is precisely how I’d hoped this first game would go: Caps take a lead, seem to be doing well... and then in the span of less than 5 minutes, the Penguins grab them by the windpipe and choke the life out of them. It’s really a pretty apt metaphor for the entire Pens-Caps rivalry thus far.

“...and of the shock value of major changes to the status quo over just about everything else.”

“A focused Kanye West is still hip-hop’s pinnacle” might be true in the past two years — I stress MIGHT — but certainly not on the longer timeline of general hip-hop.

I’m concerned that the property owners on Yeezy Island are about to get tranched like it’s 2008 all over again.

I think I just snapped my neck laughing so hard at Yeezy calling someone else (ANYONE else) “wordy and self-absorbed.” My GAWD.

GOOD GAWD, HOW MANY SKARSGARD BROTHERS ARE THERE?!??!??

Yeah, if I took an afternoon to really think about it, I probably wouldn’t have all comedies on my list, but just thinking quickly about the movies I endlessly quote in conversation, that’s definitely the list.

Wow, okay Tekashi 6ix 9ine, no need to escalate the beef to that level. I’m just sayin’, no one carried bottles of water around when I was goin’ to high school in the ‘90s and none of us died from dehydration, even in gym class.

Can’t we just skip this fight and get what we really want — the viral video of AB issuing a world-class ass-whuppin’ to Tekashi 6ix 9ine?

“He then proceeds to order an Aristotle of the most ping-pong tiddly in the nuclear submarine.” — There’s nothing better than English that requires also-English subtitles.

Scrapple: also nice, in measured doses =)