The Mayor of Flavortown is an independent.

Best you can do is 100 Fillions.

I don’t think there’s another actor who could’ve turned out the performance of when Omar testifies against Bird:

It’s still one of the best - it’s possibly the least important facet of his character. He’s a not a gay character whose sole defining feature is being gay, whose story is driven by being gay.

He’s gonna turn up at the gates in a wheelchair, with a blanket over his legs, in order to get in...

(unlike Bunk, who was from the same neighborhood).

Ah, ah, but but-but see, they’re not talking about Angelina - they’re talking about the article that talks about Angelina!

Yeah, imagine pretending to be a fake band member and choosing to be the bass player.

DIBS ON THE LEFT ONE.

The real Alex Winter can never live up to the fantasy of Alex Winter.

Worth it alone for Idris’ ultra-weary “Awww, fuck me...”

What if he’s a fan of crusty jugglers?

“So, how was it?”

The Accountant: In The Red

“iT’s QuIrKy!”

Ah, the Finger Stalls. Good times. Good times.

My history teacher told us of a tale of how he got out of the Vietnam war by simply fronting the judge after his arrest and saying “I don’t think I can kill another human being”.

My head canon is that Sobel is a power fantasy Ross creates on Friends during his Crazy Period, except Ross is such a mental fuckup he’s hated even in his own power fantasy.

Fucking wife-on-the-couch writing needs to die.