Aside from the whole "2g1c" thing, I mean.

I will be learning about zombies' rights. Because if you don't respect zombie rights, you're a Communist. A dirty, dirty Communist.

Today is pathrell's birthday. She is this many! (I'm holding up a number of fingers equal to her age, plus or minus a number which may or may not yield the sum twenty-five)

I want to see a documentary on the making of this play even more than I want to see the play itself.

How could it not be awesome?

There are individuals who have accidentally fallen through windows without sustaining serious injuries. There are also people who have survived the Ebola virus. In either case, you may be the lucky one. But your odds still suck.

Let us kiss with tongues!

Dude, the fat guy totally just blew up!

Honestly, who wears a White Hand after Labor Day?

Don't be a meatsnack.

The funeral scene, where Miranda Otto has just totally lost her shit and is clearly not acting but really weeping her eyes out, and yet still manages to sing...

Damn. That is fucking cinema.