Buffoon:
"That sounds like a lot of fun... but where are we gonna find a rabbi, two goats and a five-pound block of Velveeta?"
Indomitus:
"Now, you can wait till I'm done buffing Tommy's skull, okay?"
screaming_fist:
"You know, Mr. George - may I call you Boy? We could use you here."
medusaD:
"I get to play with the hose first!"
Generik:
"Hello DiscoBoy! Step right this way... our specials tonight are Virgin's Blood Stew and Tongue of the Infidel. Would you care for a cocktail?"
RodRocket:
"Okay, if I have four skulls and Conan has four, how many skulls do we have together? I hate math!"
UnReality:
"Either this is the map to the pirates' gold or I really gotta see a dermatologist."
Dairai:
Oh, don't be dramatic, Earl. Everybody's hot...
AeonFlux:
"Oh shit! It's the early bird!"
ZadetheElf:
I'm going to manicure the HELL out of my hands!
Saltydog:
"Okay, okay, I call me to order. Now, the company hasn't been doing well, so we're downsizing again. I fire me. I can't fire me, I quit!"
UnReality:
"No funny business," her captors had said, but Jane had already bought the clown shoes and rubber chicken and the selzter bottle was just *sitting* there...
UnReality:
"Hey, you were in Cats? I was in Cats! I was Rum Tum Tiger, who were you?!"
BlakHat1:
"Cousin It! Put down the XP-31 Space Madulator this instant!" "Gibblegibblegibble!"
UnReality:
"Gimme your leaves and nobody'll get hurt!"
MadSigntist:
Just wondering why no one ever answers the emails she carefully crafts upon her Etch-a-Sketch™.
UnReality:
"Well this one's obviously the fake. 'Four score and seven vodka tonics ago...'?!"
UnReality:
"Now if we could just find that darn first aid kit..."