Mr_Grant:
~We should be put the candles inside a glass shield. ~Remy... it's MY fire you should be worried about. ~It's just there's a lot of combustib- you're on fire?
Datazoid1701:
I'm outta here. This room clashes with my outfit.
Datazoid1701:
I am the real estate agent of Death. Something in Gothic?
Datazoid1701:
You can get new glasses, in about a decade.
KIPPAGE:
"Well Mr. Cleaver, I think you should know... The Beav and I are madly in love..!"
KIPPAGE:
Shatner scale Smarm Level 82%
KIPPAGE:
"Well George, did you pick up my cigars or didn't you... out with it, man!"
blitzkrieg1701:
Michaelangelo's lesser known "The Last Brunch"
blitzkrieg1701:
Pictionary: The Motion Picture
blitzkrieg1701:
The Middle-Aged-Men of the Damned
blitzkrieg1701:
...and God said "What were you idiots smoking when you made this movie? You're in for a BIG disapointment when you croak, I'm telling you..."
bannerman:
The next person that mentions Garp gets a Popeye-sized fist up the backdoor!
Prince_Darien:
"Hello. Come to steal your cookies!"
Jhiaxus:
"Dear Reader's Digest... a funny thing happened to me on the way to my pimp's house..."
Jhiaxus:
Now that Dennis the Menace had finally eliminated Mrs. Wilson, nothing would stand between him and Mr. Wilson.
Jhiaxus:
"Actually, I think it was supposed to explode SFTER Dr. Jameson got clear of the experiment area..."
Jhiaxus:
"I ate the whole cherry pie son, I'm sorry, I'm such a pig."
Jhiaxus:
"I dunno, I think calling our new typewriter "THE DEATH MACHINE" is a little melodramatic, don't you?"