 Saltydog: Meanwhile, Thor Heyerdahl's men forged onward, ever onward, trying to prove that natives of Erie had colonized Chicago. |
 UnReality: A young Arthur Conan Doyle, up until dawn, racking his brain... 'The Red-Headed Keogh'? No..." |
 Saltydog: "Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. Used to dry-hump the upstairs maid for HOURS." |
 MeetElPresidente: Gandalf: Public Defender, next time on Poorly Researched Theater |
 UnReality: "Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal--hey, does this thing get cable?" |
 UnReality: "So you're sayin' that gentlemen in England now a-bed shall think themselves accursed they were not here?" "Laws yes! MOON spells Saint Crispin's Day!" |
 UnReality: "When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain?" "There's only two of us, Earl, but what say out in front of the Circle K at nine?" |
 Saltydog: Stately Rowan Oak, where William Faulkner wrote brilliant novels, raised horses, and drank himself into cirrhosis. |
 Saltydog: "Howdy. I'm James Dickey. I'm a famous poet. Can I git in bed with you? Please?" |
 cscott: <mumbling> "...okay... but didn't he also say 'Rivers are highways that move on, and bear us whither we wish to go.'? I mean, what's up with that?..." |
 HenryBemis: So long as those who cap have eyes to see, so long lives this and this gives life to thee. |
 Soozcat: My mistress' teeth are nothing like the sun... |
 Saltydog: "I shall live until Birnam Wood come to Dunsinane--hey, are those damn trees MOVING?" |
 Klatuu: Alas, poor Mrwr'rggl'prrggtggtqrtxt. I knew him, Horatio. |
 amycamus: "What light, through yonder window [brick comes hurtling through glass, lands at Romeo's feet]...breaks...." |
 Loodvig: "Now Annie, if you don't read your Thoreau, you won't get a fluffernutter." |
 Kif: "Look, it's a lie. i'm nothing like a writing desk." |
 LiannaSky9: "... but some animals are more equal than others." |