The newest thing I heard, its not good...

There can't be two idiots with pajamas like these.

Do you know how hard it is to find a decent man in this town? Most of them think monogamy is some kind of wood.

Our love is like a red, red rose... and I am a little thorny.

Milo stay here. Looks like Daddy's gotta go kick some ass.

Stanley, listen to me. That girl will tear your heart out, put it in a blender and hit "frappe."

Tina Carlyle: He's going to the charity ball tonight. He's gonna do something terrible.
Stanley Ipkiss: Like what, the Lumbada?

You can't kneel down in the middle of a highway and live to talk about it, son.

God, why do you hate me?

"The gloves are off, God.", "God has taken my bird and my bush.", "God is a mean kid with a magnifying glass.", "Smite me, O Mighty Smiter." Now, I'm not big on blasphemy, but that last one made me laugh.

God: Bruce, you have a divine spark. You have a gift for bringing joy and laughter to the world. I know, I created you.
Bruce: Quit bragging.

Bruce Nolan here, aboard the Maid of the Mist in fabulous Niagara Falls, New York.
First off, let me just add another congratulations to Evan Backstabber - pardon me, Bastard. Baxter, rather. It is good to see what someone with real talent can do when great opportunities are given to them instead of me. Anyway, I'm here with Katherine Hepburn's mom. Tell me, why did you toss the "blue heart of the ocean" jewel over the railing of Titanic? Did you feel bad at all letting Leo DiCaprio drown, while you were safe floating on the big door? Could you have taken turns, or were you just too afraid to freeze your big fat ass off?
Hmm. I guess that's how life is, isn't it? Some people are drenched, freezing to death, on a stupid boat, with a stupid hat, while others are in a comfy news studio, suckin' up all the glory. Oh, well. No big deal.

God is a mean kid sitting on an anthill with a magnifying glass, and I'm the ant. He could fix my life in five minutes if He wanted to, but he'd rather burn off my feelers and watch me squirm.

Bruce: Who are you?
God: I'm the one. The Divine Being. Alpha and Omega.
Bruce: Oh, I see where this is going.
God: Bruce... I'm God.
Bruce: Bingo! Yahtzee! Is that your final answer? Our survey says... God! Bing bing bing bing bing! Well, it was nice to meet you, God. Thank you for the Grand Canyon, and good luck with the Apocalypse. Oh, and by the way, you SUCK!

Bruce Nolan: Newsflash! I'm not okay. I'm not okay with a mediocre job. I'm not okay with a mediocre apartment. I'm not okay with a mediocre life!
Grace: Is that what you think we have? A mediocre life?
Bruce Nolan: Don't make this about you.
Grace: About me? This isn't about me. It's about you. It's always about you!
Bruce Nolan: Perfect. PERFECT! I'll have the worst day of my life with a side order of guilt please!

Bruce: Is this heaven?
God: No, this is Mount Everest. You should flip on the Discovery Channel from time to time. But I guess you can't now, being dead and all.
[pause]
Bruce: I'm *dead*?
God: Naw, I'm just messing with ya.
Bruce: That's not funny, Man! That is *not* funny.

Bruce: So tell us mama, why make Buffalo's biggest cookie?
Mama Kowolski: Well, man from health department say he find rat pellet in pastry but I say no, is big chocolate sprinkle, but he shut store down. So we clean up, make big cookie for to bring customers back.
Bruce: Let's try that again, shall we?
Bruce: [New take] So tell us mama, why make Buffalo's biggest cookie?
Mama Kowolski: So all the children in the neighborhood will be happy?
Bruce: And isn't it nice to see all their smiling faces?
Vol Kowolski: I work in back. I see no smiles.

Bruce: Lord, feed the hungry, and bring peace to all of mankind. How's that?
God: Great... If you wanna be Miss America.

Grace: I've got a very rare blood type. I'm AB positive.
Bruce: Well I'm IB positive. I be positive they ain't touching me with no needle.

Hey, little anal-dwelling butt monkey. Time for you to go home, little buddy.

Oh, there we go. Sorry about that. In other news the Prime Minister of Sweden visited Washington today and my tiny little nipples went to France.

Bruce giveth and Bruce taketh away. Don't like it? Megabyte me.

The White House reception committee greeted the Prime Ribroast Minister and... I do the cha-cha like a sissy girl. I lik-a do da cha-cha.

This is nice and all, but it does make me have to ask myself... just what the heck is it about popular culture that makes it actually popular?

Pandering to the lowest common denominator, of course.

Of course there are many facets to "pop culture". There is no question that pop culture is brought about largely by mass media...allowing common points of reference that shape and influence our shared social experience; and I might add a driving force in social evolution.

But again, this topic is multi-faceted and makes for fascinating study.