easy_street:
"I'll be with you ladies in a moment.. right now I have to draw the Bingo numbers... B-11... B-11"
Amon:
I don't remember this constellation.
easy_street:
OK, science moment. What's illuminating the ship's fuselage?
easy_street:
.oO( Ya know, easy has a point. What IS illuminating the fuselage of our fighters?)
torgo00:
The Borg's dreaded Star Clam.
Angel_Noir:
The Yo-Yo Mothership moved the Duncan invasion force closer to conquering planet Frisbee.
easy_street:
"OK Cylons... If my plan succeeds we'll have clam chowder for years!"
VileJelly:
Well, that's an odd looking punch bowl
Amon:
"So. What do you think? Would this make a good Satelite of Love?"
JohnSteed:
"Now the weakness of this Death Sta... er, um, Baseship is..."
Soozcat:
Roulette, roulette, ladies and gentlemen. Place your bets!
IMissMST3K:
Singing around the campfire just lost all meaning in the 25th century... couldn't even roast a weenie...
easy_street:
"Those Cylons don't look so tough." "That's a model, you doofus."
Meldrick:
"Well now, Mr Big Shot cylons, not so tough now that we got our shrinking ray on line, are we?"
Amon:
Is it just my eyes going blurry, or is he wearing a tiara?
Soozcat:
Watch this... "Ed Wood... ED WOOD!" Ha, lookit 'em run!
Angel_Noir:
"I'm sorry, sir. They didn't have the snap-together kind." "That's OK. But give me a minute. I seem to be stuck."
Soozcat:
I saw a werewolf hangin' with Adama on Galactica... and his hair was perfect.