In Dude, Where's My Precious?

Nutty:

I suspect Mortensen has it in his contract that he only has to do minimal publicity.

Jess PMoon:

Either that or they can tell he scares people.

Natter 9:

Emily: This is why I only pay attention to the chorus. Like Norah Jones, "Don't know why, I didn't..." something. This way I get to speculate about what it is she didn't do, and why not. Is it a phobia? Or a deep-seated aversion to deep-sea fishing? Does she have a moral objection to painting?

Natter 9:

Emily: Hey, everybody? Your body is a wonderland. My mind won't shut up about it, so it must be true. A wonderland, la la la la. Your body is a wonderland.

billytea: I like to think of mine as a Wet 'n' Wild theme park. Of course, most other people see it more as a slightly decrepit rotunda.

John, in Natter:

I decided not long ago that I'm an Inspectionist.

I think that not only do we need more weapons inspectors in Iraq, and to give them more time, but we need to just keep on inspecting them and inspecting them and flooding them with bureacracy and, if necessary, bore Saddam Hussein into submission.

I think that before we get to a war, we should be prepared to assign one inspector to every Iraqi citizen.

It'd be like "Thursday, 8 PM. Baghdad. Mahmoud Abdul Karim goes to 7-11 and buys a six-pack of Pepsi. Diet this time. Maybe his wife's been giving him a hard time about his weight again. Must check with her personal Inspector."

Katerina Bee: I have days when I'd like to have the power to say, "YOU!! Out of the gene pool!!"

John in Bureacracy, stripped of all context (just the way we like him):

I can hardly believe I'm writing this, but we may have to convince people how important it is to show up and vote "I don't care".

Nutty in Literary:

At one point, I wrote a Shakespeare paper -- I don't even remember the topic -- into which I larded as many board game names as I could. Boggle, Sorry and Scrabble are pretty easy, and I think Monopoly too, but Parcheesi? Fuhgedaboudit.

In Dude, Where's My Precious? ("Luscious" being Lucius Malfoy):

FayJay:

At some point I mean to write a fic in which Luscious arrives at his elven hairdresser (through whatever portal one needs to accomplish such a journey) and sits there snootily flicking through magazines whilst Haldir sips a latte, each of them radiating angry cat vibes over the whole who's the prettiest thing.

I guess Legolas would be having his roots done, at this point. And Celeborn would be sitting under the drier.

Betsy Hanes Perry:

Pssst! Legolas has extensions!

Kathy Astrom:

Oh, and Elrond would be getting his eyebrows waxed!

FayJay:

Pssst! Legolas has extensions!

This is an evil rumour spread about by Elrond, just because his OverProtectiveDadness is jealous about Legolas being the prettiest.

candyb:

I think often about how great the Elvish Spas and Salons must be. The tremendous amount of time they all must spent there, hanging out and whatnot just like Fay described.

Betsy Hanes Perry:

And singing.

Possibly doo-wop.

FayJay:

I bet they use Lembas as biscotti. I bet they were all "here, take this, it will last you a very long time" and the whole time they were sniggering behind their bows at the gullibility of hobbits.

Beverly:

Hee! To the Elven Beautification Emporium, as such an establishment near me is known.

Anne W.:

I bet they use Lembas as biscotti. I bet they were all "here, take this, it will last you a very long time" and the whole time they were sniggering behind their bows at the gullibility of hobbits.

"This, little ones, is Elven Latte. One sip will keep a man awake and somewhat jittery for a week."

connie neil, in Bitches (Billy Idol, if you were wondering):

bzzt Cleanup on aisle 12, we've got a 42-year-old woman reverting to adolescent goo again. bzzt

shrift in When Come Back, Bring Tape on her recent trip...

there was no Stripper!Xander to be found in Oxnard. The lord giveth, and the lord taketh away...