Isn’t a put-uh what Arnie’s calling the thing in his hands here?

I can’t believe they didn’t mention that they got fourth star of the film, too:

Faramir? Faramir? A fuck coma patient in a fucking sword-and-sandals flick?

Isn’t puth what comes of out Mike Tyson’s zits when he squeezes them?

Give me a pop-song, mate. Give me a fucking pop-song. Not only is it more fun, it’s pretty fuckin’ hard to write as well. You can bung in as many out-of-tune oboes as you want, but putting chords together so they sound pleasant isn’t as simple as it might appear.

“How much do you want in this cost of living increase?”

My favourite quote about “Yellow Ledbetter” was that someone told Eddie Vedder that they loved the lyrics, and Eddie just shot back “That song has lyrics?!”

Don’t worry, Franky, we’ve always got...

I fucking hate traffic cops. 

If you want to go R-rated, they need to show Roald Dahl getting fucked across the room by Clare Luce. 

Who? 

This really didn’t need to be two reviews, no matter what Google told you. 

Well, can you at least marry Katie Homes? 

See, you might think that...

You don’t fuck around with weights and measures, that’s for damn sure. It’s one of the oldest sets of laws societies have had, because, yeah, naturally one of the most common crimes was short-sticking customers...and that tended to upset the foundations of an economy. There’s mediaeval cloth markets that had official…

That’s just Ragebaiting 101:

I played Bastion, but never got into Transistor. Interesting games, but Bastion’s very much a one-and-done indy.

It’s simply so much more subjective than a movie or tv show.