And utility player Edie McClurg with the button.

You may never work in that town again, but you’d never pay for your own drinks there, either.

She went on to have a romance with the white man who saved jazz in La La Land. Impressive pedigree.

I just got Shadow Ticket from the library. Going in hot tomorrow morning with a pot of coffee.

That title should be reserved for an actual scientist. You would be more accurate to call RFK Jr. "the most powerful man NEAR science."

I am Shiva the God of Death, Charlie Brown.

It'll be like RASHOMON but with music and insufferable.

Not gonna lie. Act 1 will be pretty bleak by Hallmark standards, but it's ultimately the heartwarming tale of two desperate people at the end of hope, who not only find each other but realize they live in the greatest city in the world and an infinitude of better ways to spend their Sundays beckons.

Esta bolsa no es un jugete, John.

I’m gonna throw a lot of London dry gin at the problem tonight and see if that shuts down the neural pathways in question.

I cannot in good conscience tune in before I have even inaugurated my new #DoubleIndemnity Criterion Blu-ray, but yeah, I’ll probably wander past at some point and stay longer than intended. #TCMParty

I read a while back that D.B. Cooper paid $20 for his flight at the ticketing counter just before boarding.

“Well, there are certain sections of New York, Major, that I wouldn’t advise you to try to invade.” — Rick Blaine

Fascists never learn.

It's mesmerizing.

I favor gray. But I once heard someone say gray for prose, grey for poetry, which struck me as a good rule of thumb.

I love how "Let's excite global interest in the NFL" translated to "Let's send Tua and Mariota to Madrid."