Xigeous:
.oO(I remember when I thought the 1812 Overture was a great piece of classical music. *sigh* Was I ever that young?)
Bates:
Turn the handle on the music box and he dances!
IMissMST3K:
And then she did *this* with her lips, giggled and left the room! I could hear her laughing all the way down the hall! What do you think THAT meant?
Tunk:
Trying to concetrate on political backstabing is hard enough without cameramen going at it on the floor.
Enapov:
Alien impersonations!
edeo:
This brings back painful memories of a bad incident in Bio 1A
Loodvig:
"I have a headache, Logo..."
Indomitus:
She's dead. OD'd on Heinz 57.
144b:
Gee, I wish I was a bar of soap right now.
Indomitus:
Feeling saucy, Sally gives her yearly sales synopsis to the Advisory Board using interpretive dance.
blitzkreig:
I'm uh... what the hell... damn
Scypha:
"Lydia? Are you speaking to the dead again?"
ProTH:
Wouldn't you know it? Jesus forgot his hat again.
Mr_Grant:
--Hey! What do you have in your mouth? You've got food don't you? HEY HE'S GOT FOOD! --OK son, hand over the Fritos.
Mr_Grant:
Damn you Erno Rubik, I'LL SEE YOU IN HELLLLLL!!!! KHANNNNNN!!!!
Generik:
High Priestess of the Church of the Right Angle.
Loodvig:
"Uh oh.... choppers!"
Dragonstud:
Y´know, arm wrestling is 80% strength and 40% technique