Live-Action TV
Brooke: Hey, broody.
Lucas: Hey, cheery.
Web Original
By the end of this two-hour meal in the restaurant of the Marlton Hotel in Greenwich Village on a chilly November morning, Gerwig, thirty-six, will not leave a single crumb uneaten. Meanwhile, her fifty-year-old boyfriend of eight years, filmmaker Noah Baumbach, will sit quietly across the table, a bemused grin on his face, spooning into his own breakfast, a small bowl of Greek yogurt.
She's chatty and upbeat, her arms gesticulating wildly as she talks about her latest film—an adaptation of Louisa May Alcott's 1868 classic Little Women, which Sony is opening on Christmas Day—with a rapid-fire delivery straight out of a Howard Hawks screwball comedy. He has a circumspect, buttoned-up demeanor of a character out of...well, a Noah Baumbach movie. In fact, he's wearing the exact same sort of light blue oxford shirt that Adam Driver gets all bloody in a pivotal scene in Marriage Story.
Together today for their first joint profile interview, Baumbach is content to let Gerwig take the passenger seat, letting Gerwig steer the conversation where she will, even if she occasionally comes close to driving it off a cliff. "Am I rambling?" she asks him after a six-minute, mind-spinning monologue about superhero movies in which she invokes Plato and Duchamp. He assures her she is not.
Western Animation
Mac: Goo, I'm really sorry for what I said about you. You're not weird. You're really creative and funny and nice, and if you're not too mad at me, I really wanna be your friend too.
Goo: [Excited] Okay! [Hugs and squeezes Mac]
Mac: Okay... that's great... you're... crushing me.
— Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends, "Go Goo Go"
Mrs. Diaz: Won't it be nice to have Star's upbeat, lively energy around the house?
Marco: We could've gotten that from a litter of puppies.
Star: [gasps] I. LOVE. PUPPIES!
