TravisBickle:
"Gee guys, thanks for chipping in so I could lose my virginity." "Sure, Bob just don't turn around." *whineee* "Uh...."
Meldrick:
Thunderbirds are GO!
Angel_Noir:
"Martha?" "Yes, Your Highness?" "I wonder, if, possibly...well, dig if you will, a picture .. of you and I engaged in a kiss." "Oh, my Prince!"
Jazzsoda:
Microscopic magnification of Madonna's left nipple, reveals a fascinating civilization on the brink of Utopia.
Angel_Noir:
"He who controls the spice, controls the third quarter gains or losses averaged over an equation of gross national product..."
Angel_Noir:
"...then he got mad because I bleached it, and he kicked me out of the TARDIS..."
keogh:
"Hello, AOL tech support? Were you folks thinking about being paid this month? Uh-huh. Uh-huh. I see. No, I just ask because I'm looking in Webster's under the
keogh:
definition of 'service,' and I can't help but notice you folks have some peculiar notions about how to interpret what seems to me like a pretty simple concept."
Occupant:
By Victorian standards, these two people are having sex.
keogh:
"You're a rogue Bozo, a loose cannon! I want your seltzer and your shield!"
keogh:
"Now you just stay here in your party zone dear." "Mom, this is the Florida room." "It's the party zone, dear. See the festive fern? Have a phat time."
keogh:
"Delta Dawn"? Ehh, howzabout 42 hits for $12.69?
Artanas:
"Yes...yes, I swear it! I shall return from Gettysburg, sans wounds or young oiled boys. Farewell, my love"
Occupant:
The Sci Fi Channel Lighting Department Shakespeare Troupe presents Richard III: "A key light! A key light! My kingdom for a key light!"
keogh:
"The hell are you doing here in the middle of the night?" "Watching for vampires." "How do you know I'm not one?" "You tripped over me. Bats would just fly over."
Artanas:
{Penalty} number 32 ; Polanski ; Double dribble.
Tumbler:
"Listen guys ... who the Hell did you expect for $1.37 ... frickin' Gidget?"
Tumbler:
"Yep .. wherever I hang my hat .. is home."