Mr_Grant:
The horses discuss how stupid their humans are-- ~Jeez, mine gets knocked out about every week. Yours? ~If I had a lump of sugar for every time mine has been framed for cattle rustling...
gleeb:
Of all the mouseholes, in all the wainscotting, in all the world, she has to scurry into mine.
YibbleGuy:
"Merged Literary Works Theatre" presents "Fear and Loathing: A Space Odyssey." "We were just outside of the black monolith when the drugs took hold..."
CrazyBob:
No Mr. Abrams, I expect you to DIE.
TyranosaurisRex:
It doesn't take a rocket scientist to make this... but they could use it as fuel.
rickubis:
Alcohol... it's what's for dinner.
gleeb:
Jeez, how long does it take this guy to fix a Manhattan?
Mr_Grant:
*Can you give me something for the pain, Doc?* I'll just prescribe this here vodka gimlet. Care to join me? <shake shake shake>
rickubis:
Everybody loves somebody sometime. Even when they aren't falling down drunk.
E_the_E:
"One Fuzzy Navel, coming right up!"
Nos4a2:
(hic) "I'm *the* Deam Nartin! I can weara Nike swish on my lapel if I feelikeit." (hic)
E_the_E:
I believe this epoch was known as the Bronzer Age.
gleeb:
"Thanks, Chad, now over to Connie with sports"
KindaEvil:
"So this is the Breakfast Club. Nice. Where's the food? I expected at least a continental breakfast, but there's not even a stale bagel. What gives?"
screaming_fist:
"Okay. We've skinned Rocky the Flying Squirrel, but what happens when Bullwinkle finds out?"
KindaEvil:
"Yeah, I'm talkin' to you Modern Art Piece. You with your freaky curves and bumps and shit. Just what the hell are you supposed to be, anyway?!?"
Coakley:
"Your honor, I'm here to beg for my career back. There's a whole generation of kids who only know me as Monica's older boyfriend. I need more."
UnReality:
"How can I be expected to do both the Gillian Anderson Head Tilt and the George Clooney patented Head Bob at the same time? I have my limits."