brakyeller:
"Hhmmmm... 'That lump is cancer.' Mommy, I don't like this fortune cookie!!!!"
brakyeller:
"No, no, Ernie, the translation got botched. I mean I want HIM on ME."
brakyeller:
"Go forth, my magic pixies, and tell the world that Gary Oldman is its conqueror!"
brakyeller:
"I have you now, Bryan Adams! Now, to make you pay for the 'Steel Wheels' tour... <clap-clap> Amplewoman! You're buffet is served!" <distant roar>
brakyeller:
"Look, ehvrehybahdy! Ah'm the Moses of L.A.!"
brakyeller:
"...and Salvador Dali said unto the waiter, 'bring me a flaming phone book!', and it was..."
brakyeller:
"For crying out loud, Phil! I know you're into this existentialist thing, but a poem for every step? Too far, man. WAAAY too far."
brakyeller:
"Ah yes... and welcome to Dim-lit Dimwit Theatre. I'm Bob, and today we'll be reading 'Little Red Riding Whore.'"
brakyeller:
"Bitchin', man. Now them commie-ass gremlins'll think twice about messin' with my TV antenna on Christmas Eve!"
brakyeller:
Y'know, I never though that whole saying 'RuPaul' thing three times in front of a mirror would work, but now...
brakyeller:
"After careful review, we've decided that 'The Phantom Menace' is a title worthy of an audience of constipated monkeys."
brakyeller:
All-woman Slurpee. Boo-yeah!
brakyeller:
Whistler's "Double-Y Chromosome."
brakyeller:
"Mr. McDowell? You left your mask!" "Hmm? Oh, right! Thanks! Now to get back to the zoo!"
brakyeller:
"What is it, Gloop?" "EEKe keekekkek kekk eKKEKE kkekkekkkek!!!"