I love this one:
PMM: Damn it! HANDS OFF MY BIG GAY PIRATE!!! WE HAVE BUCKLES TO SWASH!
Sue: In Johnny's case that would be buckles to swish.
And a classic Fay:
FayJay: Tyr - he's the jaw-droppingly beautiful man - I mean, head turning, rugby-tackle-him-reflexively- upon-first-sight-and-start-humping-his- unsuspecting-self-like-a-bitch-in-heat- before-you've-realised-that-you're-in-the- middle-of-a-cocktail-party-and-nobody-has- even-introduced-you-to-him-yet level of Beautiful? Yeah? (Although I suppose in those circumstances one could always beg cultural differences, and claim that in the UK it's called a CockTail party for a reason, and whoops, you mean this isn't an orgy, how dreadfully embarrassing, ho ho ho, could somebody possibly pass me an h'ors deuvre? And oh, look over there, a juggling elephant! - at which point you drag the man into the nearest possible closet with muttered offers of no-strings blowjobbage and get him naked as fast as humanly possible). 'Cause I don't watch Andromeda, but I happened across it this pm whilst frantically vaccuming the cat to avoid essay writing, and sweet weeping mother of God, he could make me give up girls entirely.
I don't understand how they ever get anything done on that ship, actually, because surely everyone's first thought upon waking must be: "Hmm, consciousness. Must go get Tyr naked and have hot monkey sex." Or possibly: "Hmm. consciousness. must go get Tyr naked and have hot monkey sex, and then punch the captain for being an irritating git." But apparently other stuff happens too?