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

Beat me, billytea. That's twice in as many days that I haven't been here on time!

ETA: it might be better, though. I was just going for COMMing thessely's reply- so you know.

Reema in Buffy:

When I was wee, I was unfamiliar with crickets. I heard organized noise, and I assumed, like, ninjas.

Madrigal Costello. Er. Somewhere.

I just sent off my extra English paper, essentially seven pages of "geeks like their women kickass" but with phrases like narrative onanism and muliebrile subversion. That'll teach 'em to assume I'm a film major.

Nilly in Dude, Where's My Precious? re The Goonies:

I told my youngest sister that the young kid from that movie is Sam, she didn't believe me at first ('It can't be him! Maybe he ate Mikey, but it can't be Mikey!').

Fay in 'Dude, where's my precious?'

I shall keep Sam occupied, or die trying.