I don't know if this has been posted, but Aimee in "Dude, Where's My Precious":

This movie is rated PG-13 for sexual content and violence. This movie also has a pee-rating of Take Your Ass Now! for extreme water scenes.

Daniel, in Firefly (whitefonted for possible vague spoilers):

I'll Be In My Bunk - Drama/Science Fiction (2002-2012) (UPN, WB, CBS)

(Original Title - Firefly (FOX) This science fiction western revolutionized the entirety of television drama. Originally cancelled by FOX network, The show was almost immediately picked up by UPN after a massive campaign by fans who appreciated its blend of high drama and humor. Seven seasons and the collapse of UPN under the recent loss of the long-running (14 seasons) Buffy the Vampire Slayer, The show immediately migrated to The WB network, and became its highest rated show. After the WB accidentally cancelled the show, it was immediately picked up by CBS, and completed the last three of its intended 10 year run.

Natter V.

Jesse: I hate having crushes.

Ellen S. Bleh. Me too. I have a brand new one on temporary co-worker (temporary in the sense that I am temporary) who was at weekly office wine and cheese party tonight. He cut me off a huge hunk of brie! He knows I like cheese! That's love, right?

Emily: Yes, Ellen. As I understand it, that is a formal proposal of marriage. You may accept with an offer of fresh huckleberries plucked by your own hands, or decline by shredding carrots over his food.

Jesse: Ellen, I don't know what you're doing here, since obviously he wants to sex you all night long. You should be with your lover!

He knows I like cheese! That's love, right?

DX: Worked for Riley...

Natter V:

Anybody got any goats?

Daniel: They're behind the wainscotting.

Rebecca Lizard, in Bitches, because it's true:

Oh my god this is so decadent. I'm like an ancient Roman. With dial-up.

FayJay in UnAmericans:

I also go 'aw, bless!' over the ickle filthy black mice in the tube stations. They're so wee! My friend assures me that they're rats, very small rats, but I'm okay with that. Big rats - not so good. Teeny weeny ones scampering around under the train tracks - fine by me. Until they all come pouring onto the platform and surge towards me baying for blood, at which point the cuteness thing will start to wear thin.

Am-Chau Yarkona in "Dude, Where's My Precious?":

When I read fantasy, I want to know the background of the worlds; I want to know what language the people speak (and I want there to be more than one); I want there to be an epic hero who has to go through many trials; and I want the author to really know the world they're writing about, and describe it to me, not just say 'oh, here we are on a alien world, let's just hurry along and fight something'.

A bit of catching up:

Betsy being quotable in "The Quotable Firefly" (unspoilery):

can somebody who HAS a memory please give the exact cite?
And whatever you do, don't turn forty. Unless the alternative is dying, in which case, turn forty. Unless the alternative is undeath, oh I'm so confused where's the brandy.

Which describes me very well from whenever I realized there's such thing as remembering (OK, without the brandy).

From Literary:

billytea: Hey, question for people:...
Am-Chau: There are Buffistas who are not people, whom you could be asking?
billytea: Victor's ferrets have been known to commandeer the keyboard. Among other things.
Am-Chau: Do you not welcome the opinions of the ferrets?
billytea: I fear they would base their recommendations on the texture and flavour of the paper, rather than that of the story. (Of course, the same could conceivably be said of Victor. But at least he'll pretend otherwise.)
thessaly: The ferrets are interested in hardbacks mostly, but NSM since they grew too big to use them effectively as slides. Ludo still really wants to know what the big deal is and will steal magazines and Kallisti occasionally feels the need to seek the Secret Place Behind the Books on the Bottom Shelf.

[Edited to add thessaly's response]

FayJay in Natter, in response to Am-Chau's speculation about the nature of anti-tiramisu:

No, no - you're thinking of the Anti - Tiara - Miso.

That's a traditional Japanese soup that's well known as a defence against the vicious throwing-crowns used by the Power Puff Samurais.

In Literary Buffistas:

Am-Chau

(And before you ask, yes, I quite like Waiting for Godot. What of it? Mad, you say? Very possible.)

Thessaly

"What are we doing?"

"We're waiting for this play to end."

They have a paper to write for Theater 101. They do not move