DiscoBoy:
"Go away. I'm in my bashful place."
DiscoBoy:
"Come on, out with it kid! Stuffing or potatoes? You better answer right this time, or my partner here will get mad. You don't want to see him when he gets mad. He goes all crazy-like. In fact, I once saw him bite a suspect's head clean off. So, which is it -- stuffing or potatoes????"
BlakHat1:
"Come off it. You're not in Blue Man Group."
"Uhh..yeah I am."
"The Blue Men don't speak."
"Oh. Umm..yeah."
DiscoBoy:
"Mind if I eat that stapler?"
Nyssa23:
"Hey, how come that guy gets to sit on the desk and I don't?"
"He's a stapler, son. That's his job."
DiscoBoy:
"When you can snatch these uppers from my hand, only then will you be ready to enter the counterculture, grasshopper."
JohnSteed:
"Yahtzee, b*tch."
144b:
A few of these, Joe. And you're rock hard for hours.
Nyssa23:
"Sure you don't want some Marshmallow Peeps, Joe? They're great with chili."
gleeb:
Whoa! Look at all the underwear! And in so many colors!
BlakHat1:
"What's that? Wear a rainbow wig and carry a sign saying JOHN 3:16? I'll get right on it, your LORDness!"
LongLiveRock:
George Wallace's worst nightmare
JohnSteed:
He's in so much withdrawl that he's sniffing the sugar off of Friday's bowl of Cinnemon Toast Crunch.
gleeb:
But the third cop was juuuust right.
JohnSteed:
LAPD's Torture by Blandness
tinaw:
After 35 years of roaming the lot, Pops finally locates his car.
DiscoBoy:
"Good day, citizen! Happy motoring!"
RodRocket:
"Makin' s'mores, Joe. Want some? Mighty good snack, those s'mores. All that chocolate and marshmallow melted and gooey. Sure I can't make you one, Joe?"