Robin Williams doing his impression of oral sex in his HBO comedy special a few years ago
Sweet fancy Moses -- the first time I saw that, my friends actually paused the DVD because I couldn't stop laughing and they (1) couldn't hear Robin Williams over me, and (2) they thought I might hyperventilate. (I think #2 is an exaggeration.)
Steve Martin as Ruprect in Dirty, Rotten Scoundrels
Oh HELL yes. My bro and I can send each other into gales of laughter with: "Mother? .... Not mother?"
Studio 60
"Yeah, that was bizarre. I just chalked it up to him being the type who might have bought it for himself--a collectible of sorts. " And kept it in the writers room?
And who takes his boss to see a guy he hasn't seen himself?
70s Doctor with freaky big hair
More likely Tom Baker
I just checked the site -- definitely Tom Baker. Was it on PBS back then? Here, I mean?
In Anchorman, Steve Carrell saying "Yeah, there were horses, and a man on fire, and I killed a guy with a trident," after the news team gang fight reduced me to howling laughter.
I just checked the site -- definitely Tom Baker.
Just so you'll understand why the one with the 'big freaky hair' isn't so specific: [link]
It killed me dead.
D. E. D. swoony dead...
The actress who played Mme du Pompadour is Sophia Myles, who is David Tennant's girlfriend. She is also a very good actress--she ALMOST made her role in Tristan und Isolde beleivable, no small feat. I loved this week's episode muchly.
They had chemistry for days. It just sparkled!
Which isn't always the case. Plenty of real-life couples don't come across on camera and there are people who sizzle together onscreen and there is none of that in real life. Huh.
Still? Loved this episode.
I adore Sophia Myles for no reason other than that she's very, very pretty. I had no idea she and Tennant were a couple.
Just so you'll understand why the one with the 'big freaky hair' isn't so specific
I saw him when I checked the site. Yeah, that's some bad hair, too.
and I killed a guy with a trident
Oh man...I think the movie would have been worth it for that line alone.
If I need a good laugh, I reread James Thurber's "The Night The Bed Fell"
Briggs was not the only member of his family who had his crotchets. Old Aunt Alelissa Beall (who could whistle like a man, with two fingers in her mouth) suffered under the premonition that she was destined to die on South High Street, because she had been born on South High Street and married on South High Street. Then there was Aunt Sarah Shoaf, who never went to bed at night without the fear that a burglar was going to get in and blow chloroform under her door through a tube. To avert this calamity -for she was in greater dread of anesthetics than of losing her household goods-she always piled her money, silverware, and other valuables in a neat stack just outside her bedroom, with a note reading,: "This is all I have. Please take it and do not use your chloroform, as this is all I have." Aunt Gracie Shoaf also had a burglar phobia, but she met it with more fortitude. She was confident that burglars had been getting into her house every night for four years. The fact that she never missed anything was to her no proof to the contrary. She always claimed that she scared them off before they could take anything, by throwing shoes down the hallway. When she went to bed she piled, where she could get at them handily, all the shoes there were about her house. Five minutes after she had turned off the light, she would sit up in bed and say "Hark!" Her husband, who had learned to ignore the whole situation as long ago as 1903, would either be sound asleep or pretend to be sound asleep. In either case he would not respond to her tugging and pulling, so that presently she would arise, tiptoe to the door, open it slightly and heave a shoe down the hall in one direction, and its mate down the hall in the other direction. Some nights she threw them all, some nights only a couple of pair.