 JediClone: At the sound of the tone, the time will be Foyer O'Clock |  Meldrick: She was a hard woman to pin down. |  Reynard: "Clocks of all kinds. Quartz, pendulum, digital, those ones with the falling ball bearings, hourglasses...the sundials are pretty much useless though."  TravisBickle: Says it's half-past kitchen. This house is weird.  CrabofYule: It's Pat: 2025  TravisBickle: Okay, I love it when they get crazy with the casting. But for Eleanor Roosevelt - seriously, Bryant Gumbel?  JediClone: Says it's half-past kitchen. This house is weird.  CrabofYule: "... but this tissue has lotion built right in, so it's like I save a step!" "Neat. I have to go... away."  TravisBickle: Don't blame him for the ill-fitting costumes. He was a last minute replacement for Dolph Lundgren.  Meldrick: "Excuse me sir, could you tell me which aisle hair products are-"  CrabofYule: Bluescreens Across Hollywood Go On Strike details at 11  Reynard: "Check it out guys, I totally kiped the foot measuring dealie from the shoe store!" "Jesus, you're lame." "Well you're a size-9 buzzkill, extra wide!"  Occupant: "Pepperidge Fahm . . . uh . . . something."  TravisBickle: Hey! Hey! Hey! Outta the frame, old man! It's called House of Clocks, not House of Former Suregon General C. Everett Coop! Get my agent on the phone.  Meldrick: "Gee Mary, when I asked you for a date, I never thought you'd bring your older brothers corpse along."  JediClone: *shoots* *misses* Buckstrap Palin: Great Whitebread Hunter Reynard: It was a tense scene, until someone put that Yanni record on.  SansSerif: The Scarf Bandit made some poor choices in his life, but his parents always supported him.  SansSerif: Steampunk HAL 9000  JediClone: "Either my house has stopped or this man is dead"  Meldrick: "Hey, I got an extra Queen Elizabeth II.""Put her in the bedroom with the rest."  InsideOutMan: Urban Expression Guidebook Figure #37: Cool concern.  TravisBickle: "Okay, okay.... I think... I think we've outrun them..." *tick, tock, tick...* "AIEEEE!"  Nyssa23: You guys are so bogus! I'm going to my room! *storms upstairs* *realizes he doesn't actually live here* *slinks downstairs*  TravisBickle: Figures. Barely at second base and he's ready to smoke a cig and fall asleep watching The Sopranos.  InsideOutMan: Urban Expression Guidebook Figure #72: Cool self-indulgence  AgentQ: Ted had invited all of his friends to this dinner party. This could only mean that they were all fashionably late. Or that they had all died and were attending as ghosts. Or that he'd forgotten to send the invites.  CrabofYule: "Where am I? I dunno, man. The Tit Room, I think..." JediClone: H.R. Giger's Romper Room "And I see ovipositers and engorged throats and biomechanical phalusses and cybernetic vaginas with teeth..."  TravisBickle: "Oh yeah... right there... oh baby, what did you say your name was?" *tick tock tick* "DAMN YOU!!!!"  Occupant: "Wait! I hear someone coming!" "Well, it certainly wasn't me, Bill."  Meldrick: "You're only coming home now? Jerry Garcia died in 1995.""Whoa...what band have I been following for 13 years?"  CrabofYule: "The toilet's clocked, Hank." "What?!" "I said clogged." "No, you didn't-" "Did, too! Maybe you need to unclock your ears!" "You just did it again!"  Reynard: ♪ wiki-wiki-wiki-wiki-wik wik *CLOCKIT* doo DOO doo DOO doo DOO DOO DOO doo dadoo! Doo doo doo doodoo!  TravisBickle: "Uh, don't worry. That's just how dogs greet each other." "They're not dogs." "Maybe they're werewolves?" "Maybe they should get a room."  JediClone: "In Soviet Union, merit badges win YOU!"  AgentQ: "For God's sake, you've got to lock me up! The moon is full! Any moment I'll transform into... into... urk... ARRGGH!" "Eric! My love! What's happening to- Oh my God! You're a were-Ben-Stiller!"  WB: Look at me now Ma! I'm sowin' me wild oats!  Nyssa23: Clock porn.  TravisBickle: "We've escaped the House of Clocks. Where to now?" "I vote Switzerland." *Steve felt the sting of their "fuck you" look for days*  Dante83: "The ironic thing is that none of us can even tell time."  Reynard: "Hurk! Ulk! AAAGGHH!" *pocketwatch bursts from his chest* |
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