 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..." |