YMMV / Friends In Your Head

• Big-Lipped Alligator Moment: Usually courtesy of Teague. One particular gem comes from the Fight Club commentary.
  Dorkman: (referring to bloodstains on clothing) I mean, a stain, you've gotta scrub physically. You can't just throw it in the sink and kind of just let it soak.
  Teague: Are you saying that you fight people often? Is that what you're saying? You know more about blood on pants than me? You had a period, Michael?
  (beat)
  Teague: I got a period.
  Brian: ...woah.
  Dorkman: Moving the hell on.
  (beat)
  Dorkman: No, but, umm... I forgot what we were talking about before that. I—we were talking about my period, and then we got a little distracted.
  Brian: Hey, look, color grading!
  Dorkman: No, wait, this was before color grading...
  (beat)
  Dorkman: We were saying something interesting, but now I've forgotten. Sorry, everyone.
  (beat)
  Dorkman: Wow, that killed our momentum. So, anyway, Fight Club. Say something interesting.
• Crosses the Line Twice: Happens frequently; the instance that takes the cake has to be Trey's comment that a film like The Matrix is worth a Columbine every now and then.
• Growing the Beard: The show has always been extremely funny and informative, but the second season is where the discussion became far more organized and professional, and in terms of equipment it's where the audio quality really starts to sound polished.
• Iron Woobie: Dorkman was severely injured by a drunken, texting driver who smashed him into a pillar. However, his rapid physical and psychological progress in recovering from said accident, while certainly far from over, has consistently surprised the physicians in charge of him.
• The Woobie: Teague, in the show's fourth season. Within a period of a few months, he had a relationship end (it's since been renewed), encountered unexpected legal issues that forced him to rename Down in Front as Friends in Your Head, and had war declared on him by a certain group of internet trolls that shall remain nameless—this last resulted in hundreds of threatening messages and texts sent to him, his family and his employers; dozens of orders for food, drugs and prostitutes being made in his name and subsequently being delivered to his door; and his internet projects getting bombed with dislikes and threatening comments (his own account of the experience is available here). And to top it all off, he tripped and tore up his hands and arms days before he had to play piano on the album he was recording (fortunately, the injuries healed enough that he was still able to play for the recording sessions).