*slowly slides whisky flight in place of keyboard, Raiders of the Lost Ark-opening-scene-style*

The pancakes can't kill him, because he's already dead.

Something something Edge Antilles.

Laugh now, but soon some no-good kid is going to pretend to be you in order to steal your lunch reservation.

So one of my favorite people to look at is going to be playing one of my favorite people? Well this is win all around for me.

I remember that one; wasn't it a generic LA apartment building that any of us could be living in?

Wait, so are you Bart's mortal enemy too?

Because I know I love interminable conversations with French people that bring a movie to a crashing halt!

I toured the old Soviet missile boat they used to shoot this. The actual sub was diesel, not nuclear. It was tied up off Providence as a museum ship for a while. It had two keyholes on its launch command panel, but they were *directly adjacent* to each other, which seems to defeat the purpose of having two. The sub…

*guillotines Jeff Goldblum*

QUIET! I can't hear the explosions.

Goering but not forgotten!

His comment started with "The question of what to do with large populations of either military or civilian prisoners" (emphasis mine)

My memory is foggy as I read it so very very long ago, but doesn't The Lost World book push an anti-evolution agenda? Like intelligent design or something? I suppose Crichton hadn't yet worked himself up into climate change denialism.

HTML doesn't burn hot enough to melt steel beams!

But how else can we learn what's new in racism?

*Hector Salamanca explodes*

Well we know Disney is capable of building creepy robotic presidents, so I'm pretty sure they can solve that too.

Excellent point, I mean who can turn away the 1090 calories and 69 grams of fat in the "1/2 pound western bacon thickburger." I think just playing with their nutrition calculator gave me type II diabetes: http://www.carlsjr.com/menu…

Those poor souls.
But I smell an ad campaign!
"Carl's Jr: For when the line at the good place is too long!"