Tim Minear in Firefly:
You want me cheerful? You wouldn't like me when I'm cheerful.
Wash: I didn't think you were one for rituals and such. Mal: I'm not, but it'll keep the others busy for a while. No reason to concern them with what's to be done.
'Bushwhacked'
Coffee On My Monitor
This thread is for Buffista quotage. Posts that are profound, witty, or otherwise deserving of immortality go here. This is also Shrift's source for the BRQG, so be aware that if your words end up here, they'll also end up there. Finally, please note which thread spawned the quotage and please white-out anything that might be spoilery to Un-Americans.
Theodosia - Dec 23, 2002 1:07:52 pm PST #1503 of 10000
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
John H - Dec 23, 2002 1:47:29 pm PST #1504 of 10000
Nilly, reflecting on becoming a word in her own right (and careful not to wake the sleeping Gerund Monster):
"um, yes, I'm a verb. I'm also a noun. On rare occasions, I'm used as an adjective. And sometimes I'm even me. I don't know if I'm a gerund, though, and I don't think it's a good idea to try and find that out."
Noumenon - Dec 23, 2002 5:15:05 pm PST #1505 of 10000
No other candidate is asking the hard questions, like "Did geophysicists assassinate Jim Henson?" or "Why is there hydrogen in America's water supply?" --defective yeti
Not spoiling.
Madrigal in Firefly: [T]he gun has yet to be replaced by the laser pistol, despite a number of working prototypes. If progression were logical, we'd all be in flying cars by now.
Aimée: And leather pants!
Noumenon - Dec 23, 2002 5:16:12 pm PST #1506 of 10000
No other candidate is asking the hard questions, like "Did geophysicists assassinate Jim Henson?" or "Why is there hydrogen in America's water supply?" --defective yeti
More Madrigal in Firefly:
River's fashion statement has always seemed to be "These are my clothes. I found them."
Cindy - Dec 23, 2002 6:45:24 pm PST #1507 of 10000
Nobody
Salad Shooters! People named William! Bird puns!
Dana creating a diversion from a troll in Firefly. BWAH.
Theodosia - Dec 23, 2002 10:08:49 pm PST #1508 of 10000
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
Herah, in Natter:
My grandmother fell in the dining room (tipped right over, walker and all) and lay there for two or three hours until my mother got home from work. She said it was a shame she hadn't fallen closer to the television; she could hear it but couldn't see it. Mom said it was a shame she hadn't fallen closer to the phone. My grandmother said, "Oh, I could reach the phone. But I knew you were coming, and I didn't want to bother you at work."
Jessica - Dec 23, 2002 10:17:29 pm PST #1509 of 10000
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
thessaly:
Actually, in this new computer age, I could have been making Victor up, using an alternate email, a couple proximate computers, and typing really fast
However, if I made him up, there would be no soup. And that would suck.
billytea - Dec 24, 2002 12:13:59 am PST #1510 of 10000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Wolfram, in Firefly (nonspoilery):
If Joss wrote an episode called test pattern with one hour of test pattern I'd watch the whole thing. Wouldn't love it though. I'd probably have to watch it a few times to get all the jokes.
Cindy - Dec 24, 2002 5:48:35 am PST #1511 of 10000
Nobody
In Bureaucracy
John H
His first post was reasonable, if combative, and people were reasonable with him, which isn't a bad thing. Then he said that Joss was simultaneously having anal sex with all of us...
Katie M
Okay, I wasn't going to wade through all 350 posts in Firefly if it was all going to be trolling, but if there's Joss RPS...
Kristen
Okay, can I be blind too?
DavidS - Dec 24, 2002 11:51:50 am PST #1512 of 10000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Fay and Ple get all John Donne on our asses in Bitches:
Fay: So you're not going to batter my ass, three-persone'd Ple? That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new? 'Cause I know you're topalicious, and I, like an usurp'd town to'another due, would labor to'admit you...
Ple: Busy old fool, unruly Bum, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and from England, call on us ? Must to thy motions lovers' juices run ? Saucy pedantic bitch, go chide The Hecubus and his apprentices, Go tell Spike's Bitches that the rump will ride, Until we pant for hungry orafices ; Bums, all alike, no season knows nor clime, Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.