Take a load off Annie, take a load for free;
Take a load off Annie, And (and) (and)
you can put the load right on me
— The Band, "The Weight"
"I tend to see Elan more as an obstacle that this team overcomes on a regular basis. Traveling with Elan is kind of like, say, adventuring with syphilis. It can be done, for a while, but it's not easy and it's not pretty."
— Roy Greenhilt, The Order of the Stick
"When it comes to helping his own side, Stanley is somewhere between Gilligan and Starscream."
— Parson, Erfworld
"Are you sure you want Fluttershy to come along? I mean, that pony is afraid of her own shadow. She's just going to slow us down."
— Rainbow Dash, My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic
Damian: Uh, I know I shouldn't say this...
Su-In Cha: Yeah, my stupid brother is the burden of this group...
"One reason I didn't like football was the boredom of putting on and taking off all that gear. Even so, at an early school, I made what I thought was an unusually brilliant touchdown against what proved to be, upon closer inspection, my own team."
—Gore Vidal, Palimpsest
"On their own, the giant infant scientists survived another minute, and then crashed."
"In the 1940s, the Golden Age of comics defined the modern superhero. Great men and women of unwavering morality and courage! Unfortunately, they were all accompanied by half-naked children, ethnic stereotypes, the morbidly obese and idiots who split their time between getting captured and slipping on banana peels."
"All he does is follow Quaid around and be... funny? I think this is supposed to be funny."
"First they ran out of Redshirts, and now the writers of The Walking Dead are fresh out of Convenient Burdens, too. Don't mistake the two: Red Shirts are entirely different from Convenient Burdens. Red Shirts are just disposable cannon fodder, while Convenient Burdens usually aren't even killed — they're just perpetually on the verge of it. And they make for bad storytelling because they're usually painfully transparent: The Convenient Burdens only exist as easy plot devices to put the group in trouble when shit gets boring."
David: I really hope they do a future-of-Smallville Superman comic at some point, where Clark is just a completely incompetent asshole with terrible advice who repeatedly gets dismissed by the rest of the League because all of his ideas are terrible.
Chris: Here’s the thing: The ring was meant to take Doomsday into the future, so clearly that’s what it does to Lois. She ends up in 3009, dropped right into the middle of a bunch of Legionnaires who are waiting to destroy the ultimate killing machine as soon as it comes through the time portal. There’s a part of me that wants Lois to have been set on fire, electrocuted, mind-blasted, karate chopped, brained with a chunk of iron and turned to stone that was then eaten just because Clark couldn’t be bothered to keep his super-hero stuff off the top of his desk at work. That’ll learn him.
"The problem, at its core, is that Peri is clearly conceived of purely in terms of 'let's go back to the good old-fashioned girl companion.' Her only character trait that goes beyond 'generic girl' is that she's American, and they didn't actually bother to cast someone American for her. The problem is that the generic girl companion, as we observed back with Tegan, is largely an invention. At this point there had been exactly two solo Earth girls to travel with the Doctor — Jo and Sarah Jane...The last thing they could reasonably be taken for being were generic paradigms of the companion role.
Unfortunately, that's exactly how they got used in terms of Peri, who is the first companion since Victoria to be designed entirely and exclusively as a peril monkey. By all appearances they took Terrence Dicks at face value when he joked about creating Jo because the Doctor needed a dumb companion who would get rescued a lot. Almost all Peri gets to do is scream and be rescued."
"Why the WWF thought he was qualified to be a color commentator is anybody’s guess, but then again, this is the company that put Jim Ross out to pasture, while Todd Grisham still reports to the makeup chair every Monday afternoon... Folks, I could go on and on about how Art’s knowledge of the product was less-than-nil. I could belabor how his “Grampa Simpson” style of delivery piped up with some bit of nonsense just often enough to remind you he was there, while at the same time, chasing all other cohesive thoughts from your mind. I could raise the concern that his repeated inquiries of “Did dat really hurt ‘im?” didn’t do any favors for us on the suspension-of-disbelief front. Or I could just point to the below example that every time the camera showed Art, he just generally looked befuddled as hell."