teambanzai:
Damn it why can't they just put "Men" or "Woman" on these things? Hey Frank am I a "Squaw" or a "Scout" and hurry I really got to pee.
Mr_Grant:
"We'll give 'em the old Number 6!"
Generik:
The cover of any Eagles, Outlaws, Marshall Tucker Band or Riders of the Purple Sage album, circa 1975.
Mr_Grant:
"So who're you taking to the Number 6 Dance?"
Mr_Grant:
Secretary Tom Ridge today warned of potential Klingon attacks against west coast suspension bridges...
Mr_Grant:
~Aren't you kind of short to be an engineer? ~WHAT!? ~Sorry. Aren't you kind of chesty for an engineer? ~I'm calling the Captain. ~You mean the guy who's too bald for command?
UnReality:
"Cruise hunting season!" "Travolta hunting season!" "Cruise hunting season!" "Travolta hunting season!"
Generik:
"Where did teambanzai go? I dunno... last I saw him, he was waiting with a net and a bucket of red paint outside the Scientology building. It IS Travolta season, you know."
Generik:
Van or Astrovan?
teambanzai:
It's 25 past seven and welcome back to Good Morning Starfleet, next up Jose Ebair cuts my beard and Martha Stewert's got something yummy cooking up in the replicator.
Mr_Grant:
"Hi, and welcome to Starfleet's Funniest Log Entries. Our first excerpt comes from Captain Morton Frandle of the USS Kennedy, and his First Contact with the Nudeans of Genitalia Prime..."
Generik:
Funny, last time I was up on Smokey Mountain, my short-term memory was completely shot.
TyranosaurisRex:
You're also my sister. Wanna f__k?
Mr_Grant:
"Not That It Matters," "And You're My Sister," and many more!
Generik:
"Get out of here, Sis! I'm getting ready to enter Data... if you know what I'm saying..."
UnReality:
"Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from ma--hey, does this thing get cable?"
Mr_Grant:
"Resistance is futile. Your cultural & technological distinctiveness will be added to our own. Including the Chia-Pet."
UnReality:
"NOBODY messes with my Chia-Pet. Fire!"