Yes, well the best way to hide something, like secretly being gay for instance, is to act in a bunch of high profile gay movies, playing gay characters.

I frequently watch various Star Trek series on Netflix to put me to sleep. Something about the constant hum of the ship in the background . . .

That's it. That's the line!

Oh, man, and you can't forget 1981's "Dark Night of the Scarecrow" where Larry Drake played the kind-local-with-a-slow-mind, Bubba, who was mis-identified as the killer-rapist of a local kid and subsequently hunted down by the bigoted local police (who "didn't much like retards"), chased Bubba into a cornfield where…

No, it's 11:20am.

Cut off point for me: E-I-E-I (Annoyed Grunt), S11, Ep 5, with the Dueling Glove — the last of the great episodes. I just hated seeing the series die — it was like they hired writers who were fans of the show and only wanted to makes "Simpsons jokes."

Oh my god, the first thing I did was scroll medium-fast through the interview, knowing I'd go back to read it, but making sure you asked about Urban Cowboy. I stopped and smiled when I saw it was the last one. So glad.

I think the saddest part of the whole movie is watching Ellen Burstyn cry as she realizes that there are no more great actors anymore, and that she's forced into a scene where she's passing on the "acting" torch to "alright, alright, alright" oblivion.

I think the tag line for the latter was "Kill her to the left! Kill her to the right! [something, something, something, something] Fright! Fright! Fright!" Can't remember the rest.