Bad Blood.
All other TV must bow down before drugged Mulder quoting the theme from Shaft. And Scully peering into the stomach of her autopsy subject and musing on what she wants for dinner. And Skinner saying, "He was--gnawed on."
I want my Skinner! I miss my surly Assistant Director!
Bad Blood.
Yes! And the intestines slithering out of the scale. Oh, quality TV.
"I did not!"
And, the careful cutting of the "Oh, sh--"
Time to buy X-Files DVDs.
Buffistas: Who Needs a Word-A-Day calender?
Somebody should take the effort to provide the context that made this SO INCREDIBLY FUNNY (to me) and COMM it.
Or, I'll do it tomorrow. When I'm sober. Hold me to it.
Have I mentioned recently that I have started saying "I'm
x
like an
x
thing!" in normal conversation? And don't expect weird looks? Cuz, yeah.
Damn. Those looks. They're weird.
Also, Angel is good. I'm re-watching Season 5. I remember why I loved it so.
Bad Blood.
Don't forget sheriff Luke Wilson with the buck teeth in Mulder's version of events.
"Y'all musht be the gummint people."
"He called you Dana?! He never even knew your first name!"
"Prison, Scully. Your roomate is a woman named Large Marge. She reads a lot of Gertrude Stein."
I must say, there is something poetic about the butt genie episode. It's such an absolute metaphor for what happened to the X-Files in the end. Also, I count it as an admission by Chris Carter about where his head was the last few years there.
Plus, the fact that a major television show actually went there still amazes me. Or maybe I mean appalls?
All hail "Bad Blood." I love that fucking episode.
"Oh, man! What you have to go and do that for? You are in big trouble."
No more bickering.
On buffistas? Hmm. That's a thought.