Don't make jokes about sexual assault and fear of sexual assault please.

Well, at least he didn't complain she wasn't wearing a headscarf.

Needs more drugged up twinks.

Bugger off.

Yeah. Any woman would have to be some kind of Atlantic City tart to hug a Bush.

Well, the old biddy is brain damaged.

Ha ha.

Why can't people understand that women who accuse a senior public figure of rape are almost invariably lying! Especially if that figure is someone we like!

Why? What happened at Gondor? Wasn't the army wiped out? While that midget sang that weepy song to the trans king?

How can a firework crash through your window? Has that ever happened?

When did this conversation happen again? Eleven years ago?

Is it The Blue Oyster?

You hate fireworks? What kind of happiness hating monster are you? I bet you're that old man from 'Phantasm'.

I went out for some beers a couple of years ago with some friends. We all started off in one bar and then went to another. They went on because, I don't know, maybe I was waiting for someone or maybe I had to make a call. Anyway, I was finishing my drink at an alcove when this guy came over and asked if he could sit…

We need a big, tentpole name for the lead, a humble farmer who's also a kung fu expert but looks good standing under a streetlight in the rain chain-smoking. Get me… a Chinese Billy Zane!

If you say so.

Oh god, a Canadian. Pompous and self-pitying.

Some tax loss adjusters in a skyscraper in Hong Kong?

Me too! Me too!

That name like Jarvis Cocker!