Daleman:
Just four more hours and another quart of scotch and the chicken will be ready.
Lanzman:
"Will the kids be ready for school?"
"Yeah, they're crisping up nicely."
Racerex:
This advance publicity still from "Hostel III" makes me think the film makers have just stopped trying...
Generik:
"How's that baby virgin sacrifice coming, Henry? And do you think the Dark Lord would prefer Italian or Ranch dressing on his salad?"
amycamus:
"So I sez to Harry, 'Harry - you just CAN'T allow that rude child to run around undisciplined like that!' I'll admit his response was a little extreme, but...can I serve you some salad while we're waiting?"
Amon:
While Becky prepares the salad for the adults, Steve puts the finishing touches on the chicken for the kids (conveniently locked up on either side of the grill, the wild beasts!)
Mr_Grant:
Early 2008: "George, is the economy almost done?"
"Sure is, Laura. I'll stick a fork innit to be sure. Heh, this sure is hard work."
"Bar, would you like another cocktail?"
"Garrrr!"
porpoise:
Bring the plates; the Spotted Owl's almost ready.
Geier:
That Jane and Betty's obvious, if unspoken, passion -- which smoldered with the burning, white-hot intensity of a thousand exploding suns -- went unnoticed by Fred was probably as much a testament to the single-minded dedication with which he basted the turkey, as to the general sexual cluelessness of the era.
InsideOutMan:
"Frank, are you ever going to be done with the barbecue?"
"Shut it, woman."
"Don't you speak to my Frank that way, you horrible tart."
"Oh? Well why don't you try the salad while we wait."
*WHAP*
"Well I never! Goodness, you look exhausted, dear. Here. Have a seat."
*CRACK*
*Frank prys loose some bricks, feeds them into the scrimmage*
scypha:
"Mary, this is an absolutely WONDERFUL day for a barbecue."
"Oh, I agree, Jane. Honey? How are the children?"
"Let me check... just a few more minutes on the grill, dear."
Chebby:
"Speaking of tossed salad..."
nashtbrutusandshort:
October, 1962: Muriel smiled and bantered pleasantly, but secretly she thought, "I wish President Kennedy *would* bomb those Cuban missile sites so the Russians would retaliate and there'd be a thermonuclear war and then I wouldn't have to eat DON'S CRAPPY OVERCOOKED CHICKEN again."
Steve_Reeves:
Yes, I'll miss the kids but those last two we had were delicious so we figured, why not?
Suggs:
That's right, Mabel, just a quick swat with a rolled up newspaper, and he'll quiet right down. I've got mine doing dishes, hoovering, and wearing that ridiculous hat.
Agent_Moldy:
"So, I was thinking maybe we could head up the coast this weekend and..."
*man continues talking, oblivious as violent fight breaks out between women, dishes, etc. scattered everywhere, brunette kills blonde with salad fork, throws her over brick wall, smooths out dress, goes back to fixing salad*
"...at that little antique place you love so much. So what do you think, Margaret? Sound good?"
"Sounds great, Fred."
WEIRD_1:
Someday, Scott tells me he will finish building the rest of the house.
Tumbler:
x-toss my salad?-x
x-baste my bird?-x
Joan felt sure her telepathy would ruin yet another BBQ.
ooO-Dammit Bob, get out here and save me OR bring the Gin.
messiah-blue:
When grilling anteater, the "tongue" poses certain difficulties.