samjacinto:
Okay, we fulfilled our Dead Red Shirt quota for the week.
samjacinto:
Okay, baby, I'm here. Just shove the Vulcan off the cot.
edeo:
I'm not sad; the knot in my hair is just too tight.
edeo:
I crush your head!
samjacinto:
Drop dead in poverty, miserable Vulcan.
samjacinto:
Or,"The Makeup Department Couldn't Come Up With A New Alien Look This Week"
samjacinto:
(whisper)I just read the latest ratings, Bill. Start thinking guest shots on Hollywood Squares.
samjacinto:
Listen, lady, if you can't control your son, then get him off the set!
samjacinto:
I'm sorry, doctor, but unless you're somebody's pledge, you can't be at this frat party!
radioman:
Oh sh*t! Scotty got the transporter and food machines mixed up again. Eeck! Todays lunch included mac & cheese. I'll phone their families... and get a spoon.
samjacinto:
Are you sure they'll let ME in, Captain? This IS a Harvard frat party.
samjacinto:
We're hopping to our own show if they cancel the Osbournes.
radioman:
You must be completely straped in before the lap dance can begin, Captain.
samjacinto:
I dunno... let's wait til after the next commercial break to see if any blondes show up first.
samjacinto:
I'm ashamed of you too, Captain. But I guess there's a first time for everything.
Fliegenmaus:
Spock: Ten paces, turn then fire!
blitzkrieg1701:
The death of Gorgo
blitzkrieg1701:
And God said "Let there be pink!"