Guys, I'm eating junk and watching rubbish.

You better come out and stop me.

...you better come out and stop me. Hi, this is Dick Miller.

If you're listening to Junk Food Cinema, who were these guys?

Yeah. So sorry to bug you, but it's time for a new junk food cinema.

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Dot whatever peels your banana. This is, of course, the weekly cult and exploitation

film cast so good. It just has to be fattening. I am your host Brian Salisbury, and this week

Cargill is exploring the subways of New York, looking for mutant cockroaches,

or at the very least, teenage mutant ninja turtles.

So in his place, we welcome back to the show, the third leg of junk food cinema, a master

of horror, a jester of honor, and the long John Slim of the podcast underworld, Mr. Scott Weinberg.

So sorry to bug you.

Oh, I thought I was supposed to mimic you. Ha ha, ha, ha, Mr. Scott Weinberg. I'm sorry to bug you. Oh, I thought I was supposed to mimic you.

That was supposed to mimic you.

Hi, it's me, Scott.

Go Phillies.

Go Phillies.

You know what, Scott, you and I share a trauma bond in that you're a Phillies fan and I'm a Red Sox fan.

Wow. Yeah. And they're the two of the arguably two of the worst films, films.

God, cut that. Right. They're arguably two of the worst baseball teams in America right now in

April 2026.

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