<sigh> “NEXT!!”
No.
“Let there be…dark…”
“But it’s not 2012 yet!”
Unless, of course, it is. Then I’d have to come up with something else. Perhaps “I said there were no gifts!” (I’m talking to you, Descamisado.)
Now I can jerk off in public!
No more bacon?
If the entire world must be destroyed to assure that every last copy of every single episode of The Nanny is also destroyed, it is well worth the cost.
Get your paws off me, you damn dirty ape!
I must be trippin’ on some really bad shit.
“Aaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnd scene.”
Th-th-th-that’s all, folks!
Is that all there is?
Good choice!
There better damn well be Four Horsemen coming by soon.
Nyah nyah nyah! I’m gonna be Raptured, and you losers are gonna fry!
I wouldn’t say anything, but I’d be blowing the hell out of my Vuvazula!
Makes me wished I hadn’t skipped dessert last night.
“Figures. Just when I think up the witty one-liner, there’s no way it’s going to be remembered.”
HAHA! (I say this as I’m pointing at the downfall of civilization of course)
I’d sing “Wilkommen, bienvenue, welcome, im cabaret, au cabaret, to cabaret!”
“Well, there goes my cheap broadband.”
What’s next?
sleep-deprived brain has just produced the Four Yorkshiremen of the Apocalypse.
All too fitting, for some reason.
Frankly, I don’t think the downfall of civilization demands a witty one-liner. I like it too much; I’d probably weep quietly for a while.
“Babe? Remember when you said you would only have sex with me if I was the last man on Earth? Weeeeellll…”
Where’s my dawg, he was just here a minute ago? And why does my head suddenly feel heavy? And what’s that fiery object hurtling towards m
I won’t have time. I’ll be busy in the underground lair with other Dopers waiting for the dust to settle. Then we will emerger to start the New World Order!!
This is all theoretical, of course . . . 
I never could get the hang of Thursdays.