JediClone:
Knight takes Big Desk. Checkmate.
Seltaeb:
"Oh, white knight piece, we're gonna get freaky tonight!..."
JediClone:
Meanwhille, in CaptionSniper School... "But you said aim lower!" "Not that low!"
Generik:
"I challenge you to a throw-down, right here, right now, little man. I'm gonna knock your dick in the dirt, and you're gonna LIKE it! You get me?" "Yes, Principal Ed. Can I have my report card now?"
Jazzsoda:
Okay. The asphalt is smiling at me. That's a sign of something, and I'm going to pretend it's just tiredness.
Jazzsoda:
Must be a Caption Sniper School class in session over yonder. Aim lower, cadets!
Seltaeb:
The Young Hank Azaria Chronicles
JediClone:
Tonight on Poorly Researched Theatre: "The Hunchback Of Howard Jonhson's"
Jazzsoda:
Meanwhile, in Maintain Your Lane Town, little Joey longs for some way to turn right into the ice cream shoppe.
Seltaeb:
He stood there for hours waiting for those tanks to arrive.
Seltaeb:
Tommy was considered a little too black for the White Stripes.
Jazzsoda:
Does it bother anyone else that the basketball hoops aren't casting any shadows, but that dude's casting the shadow of a basketball hoop?
Generik:
"Better step in line, son. This is Single File Town, and you're a resident. Now get. In line, I mean."
Loodvig:
The young Fartman practices flatulence flying.
Loodvig:
"Tomorrow, we attack the Mormons..."
Larry:
Have you seen my mother-in-law when she sweats like a sumo wrestler in a mink coat.
Larry:
Captain Picard's cerebral shiner.
Larry:
Over the decades Paramount has given us so much, Captain Picard for one.