MrTim: 
"Drop the gun, not your pants! 
Dear God!!!" 

Xylorjax: 
"Hey fella!  You ever dance with the 
devil in the pale moonlight?"  "Yup.  Last 
week."  "Oh, all righty then.  Climb aboard." 

HanoverF: 
Bicklets, They're everywhere 
you Don't want to be!

Xylorjax: 
Look. There'll be Monopoly games 
for everyone when we get to America 
if you can get me on a life boat. 

MrTim: 
"Leo, leave the wax dummy 
of Bob Newhart!" 

HanoverF: 
"May I cut in? I've had my eye on you 
for some days now boy, Ask yourself 
this, What would I be willing to do to 
earn one million dollars? 

Angel_Noir: 
And the murderer is: Rich Uncle 
Pennybags?! "And I would have gotten 
away with it, if I hadn't let those meddling 
kids park for free!" 
 

JediClone:
Pondering the only possible outcome 
of all his actions, he thought to himself: 
.oO(I do beleive in circus courts! I do 
beleive in circus courts! I do, I do, I 
do beleive in circus courts!)Oo. 
 
 

JediClone:
Cold as she was, Kate downright
refused to put on Billy's jacket until
he told her what that smell was.

MrTim: 
"We're on a seagoing ship, you 
*can't* be decompressing!" 

Xylorjax: 
"Whoa, Billy!  Who died?"  "I'm in 
COSTUME, you nincompoop!" 
"Dude....sorry, man..."

JediClone:
Jack's old habits come back to haunt
Rose as he palms her engagement ring.

HanoverF: 
"Call, or write or something." "Uh, 
chances are I'll be dead Rose!" "Oh, well 
then... hope you make good fish food!" 

Neoknight: 
"Kate!! You dropped a contact lense!!" 

Matteus: 
JUST PUSH HIM OVER!! 
 

MrTim: 
Keogh gets thoroughly pissed at the crappy 
screengrabs and calls in an air strike. 

Angel_Noir: 
Whoops. High and to the left. Reload 
and we'll try again. 

Neoknight: 
Leo actualy gets depressed when he 
learns that the fireworks are in celebration 
of his impending, icy death. 
 
Xylorjax: 
As the tracers from the AA batteries 
lit up the night sky, it became appearant 
that Leo couldn't be brought down by 
a mere Air Strike.