Xylorjax: 
We now return to "The Avengers",
already in progress.

Matteus: 
You know what guys....I'm going to sit 
out this movie until it gets interesting 

tadpole: 
"Nah, model people that come 
with those scale model ships pose 
more like this. Got It?" 

Angel_Noir: 
"Morning, Doc." "Morning, Wyatt." 
"I liked you better than Clooney." 
"Much obliged." 
 

 
 Neoknight: 
"Yeah, I'm showing cleavage! And I 
get naked later, too! So sue me!" 

JediClone: 
Well, yes, this ship really is in constant 
threat of sinking. Lucky I decided to 
leave most of the lifeboats behind to 
reduce the ships's weight, huh? 

Angel_Noir: 
"Walking it off, Mr. Steed." "Quite. 
Thought an ocean voyage could clear 
my conscience." "On the Titanic?" 
"You obviously haven't seen the film." 

  
 Xylorjax: 
"C'mon.  Dump Jack.  I can be as 
'free' as he can!  Watch!"  *PTOO*
 "That was my hair!"  "Sorry."

tadpole: 
I didn't know that the guy from 
Gencorp was in Titanic? 

Angel_Noir: 
John Wilks Booth appears on the deck, 
shoot Amplewoman, and jumps 
overboard into a waiting tear in the 
space-time continuum (after muttering 
"Sic Semper Fatass"). How bizzare, 
how bizzare. 
 

  
 Xylorjax: 
Meanwhile, at the ship's gym...

tadpole: 
"C'mere, you got a little shmutz on 
your face... there that's better." 

JediClone: 
"Oh Rose..." "Yes Jack?" 
"Rose..." "Jack..." 
"You need to shave more" "Jack!" 

Angel_Noir: 
"Another idea I had was to combine 
all of these machines into one. So people 
could flex on a solo basis." "You we're 
dropped a lot as a kid, weren't you?" 

  
tadpole: 
If Pam Anderson Lee went butch... 

Occupant: 
You didn't like "The Man in the 
Iron Mask"? 

Neoknight: 
"Listen, Kate, I'm a big boxoffice 
blowout, and you've done a few little 
bit parts. Now get out of my face! I don't 
care about your stupid nomination!" 

Angel_Noir: 
"I love you so much, Lily." "What?" 
"Tulip?" "No." "Fern?" "Unh uh." 
"Pointsetia?" "Goodbye." 
 

  
 Xylorjax:  
Strip poker?

tadpole: 
"So you see, with these longer gloves, 
you don't get any blood splatters on you; 
therefore, no traceable DNA evidence... 

JediClone: 
"... and that's when we ran out 
of whipped cream and nipple 
clamps..."