Ehh…Chow-derre.

I've seen it a couple of times now, and my most immediate thought has always been, "Goddamn, I want to take a hot bath." It is, quite literally, a cold movie. The tracking shots early on are amazing, the best since Children of Men. I kind of liked the simple nature of the story—life is brutal on the frontier and…

Gimme something I can use!

Yeah, and he wrote Pootie Tang to.

I guess after their third bust, Jay and Silent Bob were given a choice—space jail or enlist in the Stormtroopers. Now Silent Bob is a twice decorated officer and Jay is using his earned benefits to take starship maintenance courses at Corellia Space Technical College. Enlist today!

*Nods back to Ryan Greyson from across the room*

Season 6B of The Sopranos. Really makes me wish I had HBO back in 2007 to see the cut-to-black for the first time.

I got a $200 refund in the mail from a town I haven't lived in for three years. I'm not really sure why, but I'll assume some Leslie Knope-like government employee had something to do with it. Aside from throwing an impromptu keg party at my apartment, how should I spend it?

Well, at least with that scar they'll always be able to keep up with the conversation when trapped on a boat with Robert Shaw and Richard Dreyfuss.

Unless he is Hank Hill and actually needs his urethra expanded…I kind of do want to stop this.

Hot dog, we have a weiner!…for tonight's comments.

Maybe this makes me a prude, but I just do not get the desire to experiment on a potentially damaging level with those areas. Alright, flame away internet, I'll just be curled up on my couch with my urethra rod free…

He's only gone in the corporeal form. The spirit of Vigoda lives on in all of us.

God, can you get me off the hook? For old times sake?

I know that smell, he's in the comments section. Seinfeld Quote Generator is in the comments section!

That was God getting back to his Old Testament roots; heartlessly messing with us to prove some vague point.

However odd the ending of Signs may be, I'll never stop defending it on the basis of the first half. Seeing the alien on the roof at night, being stalked through the corn field, the confrontation in the pantry, and the news broadcast are all terrifying. If I really wanted to overthink things I'd draw a comparison to…

"Man, these Oscars are white today. Woo, these Oscars are white—man they are white this year."

Actual columns analyzing film instead of GJI? What is happening here?

Doesn't anyone at the A.V. Club care about the bees!?