Turk_Amon:
Steve and Sara paddle their canoe unwarily toward the shore, completely oblivious to the looming figure of Peremalfait.
CapMidnight:
"I'm lookin' to buy some giant leech poison." "Sorry... we're fresh out." "Dang. That could spell trouble."
LauraSodomizesNativeAmericans:
"Oh my god-" "What- what is it?" "A lump! I think I found a breast lump!" "Oh my god, it's cancer isn't it? ISN'T IT?"
Turk_Amon:
"That was my last Jolly Rancher! Give it back!"
LauraSodomizesNativeAmericans:
"A Pollexfen upon your house!" "You mean a pox?" "No- a Pollexfen- he's worse than a pox."
Turk_Amon:
...all the bad guys.
CapMidnight:
"Lessee... Fifteen murders... goes into three murderers... /four/ times... er, no, that's not right..."
Dante83:
They have to show all their work or else they don't get an A. DIVISION, get it!
Dante83:
This man doesn't so much LOOK at you as he just points his eye bags in your general direction.
Dante83:
"For the last time, you may NOT lick my tie." "I'll give you a dollar." "Oh, well, in that case..."
CapMidnight:
J. Edgar Hoover goes window-shopping.
Dante83:
"Is his some kind of bust? "Yes it's very impressive..."
echostuffing:
"I'm William H. Macy, and your bodacious ta-ta's have no affect on me!"
LauraSodomizesNativeAmericans:
"I saw the gams on you, and knew I had to have you, dame."
Dante83:
She's got a Joan Crawford calendar.
CapMidnight:
"We've got to stop meeting like this." "But I've never seen you before, in my life." "Still."
GlitTurkeyRock:
"Don' worry, honee... I promise you, my wife Luthcy will never be in da show!"
Dante83:
He liked the wallpaper at the store, but wasn't sure if he could make a total commitment to it, so he brought a few samples home for a test run.