My wife always goes back to the same things over and over. Sometimes it’s Band of Brothers, and I’m like “Awesome, but there’s only so many times I can watch Toye and Guarnere get their legs blown off.”

But then she’ll put on New Girl for the 15th time through (I don’t even think I’m exaggerating) and I want to put a gun in my mouth. I want to punch every one of those characters in the face. Except for Winston, he’s cool.