“Isn’t this* funny*? Here we are at a cocktail party, and we’re talking about* sanitary napkins*!”
“What are all these* stains*?” “Chocolate cake … ice cream … and that’s where Tommy’s hot dog dripped on me!”
“Where Cathy adores a minuet,
the Ballets Russes,
and crepes Suzette,
Our Patty loves to rock ‘n’ roll,
a hot dog makes her lose control!
What a wild duet!”
“Oh, thank you, God! Thank you so bloody much!”
“I didn’t get where I am today by dressing up as half a compost heap!”
“Bit of a cockup on the catering front.”
“It’s ‘I’ve done poopie-plops in my panties’.”
“I love to stroke my nipple - with raspbery lychee ripple.”
“You forgot to say ‘Heil Hitlerrrr’!”
“Listen carefully! I shall only say zis once!”
ALFRED HITCHCOCK: “Oh, dear! Mr ___________ committed the ultimate crime: He interrupted a woman talking on the phone!”
Well, it’s four lines, but still:
Fry crack corn and I don’t care
Leela crack corn I still don’t care
Bender crack corn and he is great
TAKE THAT YOU STUPID CORN
Hank, you don’t open with a showstopper.
“Shelbyville was founded so men could live free and marry their cousins.”
The Young Ones!
“Dismissed. That’s a Starfleet word for ‘Get out.’”
“It’s a rented tux…not gonna go commando in another man’s fatigues.”
“It’s seems they’re bisexual, reproducing at will…and, brother, they’ve got a lot of will.”
Don’t tell me about the press. I know exactly who reads the papers. The Daily Mirror is read by people who think they run the country; The Guardian is read by people who think they ought to run the country; The Times is read by the people who actually do run the country; the Daily Mail is read by the wives of the people who run the country; the Financial Times is read by people who own the country; the Morning Star is read by people who think the country ought to be run by another country, and the Daily Telegraph is read by people who think it is.
“Oh, spiffing. Absolutely spiffing. Well done. Two dead, twenty-five to go.”
“I lied. I cheated. I bribed men to cover the crimes of other men. I am an accessory to murder. But the most damning thing of all… I think I can live with it. And if I had to do it all over again, I would. Garak was right about one thing, a guilty conscience is a small price to pay for the safety of the Alpha Quadrant. So I will learn to live with it. Because I can live with it. I can live with it… Computer, erase that entire personal log.”
“I chose this life. I use the night; I became the night. Sooner or later I’ll go down. It might be the Joker, or Two-Face, or just some punk who gets lucky. My decision. No regrets.”
“A stroke of the brush does not guarantee art from the bristles.”
Col. Blake: What’s going on here?
Radar: They’re hunting socks, sir.
Col. Blake: At THIS hour?
Here’s the poll, but feel free to continue this thread as you will.
“Book 'em, Danno. Murder One!”
Married With Children
Al Bundy…“Women, can’t live with them, The end”
“Holy _________, Batman!”