In the Hollywood blockbuster version of this film, Pastor Vicki is definitely going to be played by Bette Midler. And hopefully all of the fonts will be legible.
Maybe this is Jewy of me, but I only ever eat mayo/Miracle Whip stirred into tuna, and I have no idea what either product tastes like. And seeing mayo or Miracle Whip on TV makes me less inclined to want to purchase either one of them. It looks like all that "Don't be a Mayo" stuff was written in jizz. Not in my food, thanks. But that's how it goes, on a hipster rooftop.
When Martha was 112 pounds and a model, she used to wear a girdle (which she DIDN'T NEED) under her bikini when she went to go-sees. Of course a modern actress wouldn't know what a go-see is, because modern actresses don't love rapists. They get proposed to with chandeliers, or something. Poor doctor!
Who are those talking-head Leo authorities? His embarrassing aunt and uncle? "Leo is NOT in great shape." Thanks, Aunt Judy. And where is the rule that says fast food freaks cannot enjoy quality literature? Leo is breaking through the stereotypes, with his karate kicks.
When I hear "dance" and "basketball," I think "High School Musical." If you have seen that rhythmic ball-bouncing musical number... it's hard to forget. Though I try. Oh how I try. (We lost a lot of good men out there.)
The "30 Rock" hand-off to Leno made me barf in my mouth because when Leno greeted the "real America," he meant it. "30 Rock" was throwing him a bone, and he was so smug about it! He's supposed to be hosting an hour of comedy, but he's really not in on the joke. At all. (The joke is you, Jay Leno!)
I think there is an American version, and it's called "Scare Tactics." But it's hosted by Tracy Morgan, so... that's a thing.
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Welcome to LA, Gabe! I think you brought the crisp weather, and we're all grateful to you for that. (I'm talking to you about the weather because you're 57 years old.) (Don't try to surf. You'll break your good hip.)
The Norwegians were my favorite, too. I couldn't figure out why they stuck that sketch at the very end. And I couldn't figure out if Gaga's orbiting rings were a major wardrobe malfunction, or whether they were supposed to be smacking her in the face. She's such an enigma. Oh Gaga.
Yeah, I was confused by that, too. I was thinking that he lives with his mom, but then I figured that he had some sort of "The Apartment" type arrangement with a friend. I guess the friend's question was just code for, "Are you going home with this gal? Or do you need an out?"
And Don Draper WAS molesting the grass at the phallic Maypole ceremony, and it was terrifying.
The double-down chicken sandwich is a sandwich best served cold... I can just imagine the "Ow! Ouchie! Owowow!" as fryer grease contacts fingertips.
Isn't this what bread was invented for? Have we evolved to the point where we don't need bread? Is the Atkins diet back on? My brain hurts.
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