 Artanas: "Yep, grew it in the wicked garden. Kinda plush you know. Still, gives me a big empty kinda feeling during my sex type thing you know" |
 Meldrick: It's these kinds of physical mismatches that weight classes were introduced to eliminate. |
 Artanas: But your minutes count when the calls are coming from... inside the house! |
 keogh: Cutting bridges apart became tiresome to Indy's companions when he did so to evade police, skip out on tolls, get good parking spaces... |
 Reynard_T_Fox: It was around then that Keith decided to try a more balanced weightlifting routine. |
 keogh: "Car 22, report of a car fire on the PCH." "Riiight. 'm on it. Wiiild." "Car 22, are you toking doobs in the patrol car again?" "Nooo, Captain Farty-pants." |
 Reynard_T_Fox: "I still don't think this seatbelt will provide adequate protection for me in a side-on collision. I really think a door is necessary." |
 Hippie: Firing fake beard, sir! *I said "Fire torpedo," dipshit. How the hell do you get fake beard? *Um. Shall I fire another fake beard, sir? *Yeah. Do that. |
 Reynard_T_Fox: "Hello? Hello? Oh wait, I'm holding my pantomime phone upside-down. It's too early in the morning for this." |
 Hippie: This just in--if someone doesn't get the Smurf figurines and Asimov paperbacks away from me this instant, the news is gonna get real shitty for everyone. |
 Meldrick: And still not quite as creepy as Sailor Moon. |
 keogh: Made ya look. One more indignity. |
 Meldrick: "Hey, there was no 'Carl Whoot' playing center for the Knicks in '57!" |
 Hippie: So that's how my scalp got pregnant! Doesn't really make it any easier knowing how it happened. |
 KINGDINOSAUR: Suddenly, the annual reformed arsonists picnic went horribly wrong. |
 Tommysdad: Fart lighting research is much safer when conducted in outer space. |
 Tsunade: Originally relased as "Dammit" but the distributor insisted on toning down the language. |
Tommysdad: See? Told you it was much safer in outer space. |