We're not gonna die. We can't die, Bendis. You know why? Because we are so very pretty. We are just too pretty for God to let us die.

Mal ,'Serenity'


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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.


Cindy - Feb 27, 2003 7:36:42 am PST #2674 of 10000
Nobody

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...


Dana - Feb 27, 2003 7:53:39 am PST #2675 of 10000
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.

Angus in Music:

Question for the Americans: in Sisqo's "Thong Song", there's a bit that goes:

She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
Thighs like what? What? What?
Baby, move your butt, butt, butt
I think I'll sing it again (...etc.)

My question is, what are "dumps," and why is it desirable for them to be trucklike? Because the only association I can bring to mind is taking a dump, and that would be an...unusual choice of image, particularly for a song dedicated to an underwear fetish.

(The most sublime and uplifting song about women's underwear ever, btw. Well, can you think of a rival?)


Calli - Feb 27, 2003 8:33:13 am PST #2676 of 10000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

Trudy: Could you grow a penis?

erikaj: Now, Trudy, I love my friends. Would do anything for them, but that's a little much. And I'm afraid you'd be disappointed anyway...I'm just thinking how long it took me to get my digital camera to work. A new body part's got to take at least that long to master, right?


Steph L. - Feb 27, 2003 8:50:32 am PST #2677 of 10000
I look more rad than Lutheranism

ita, in Natter:

Mr. Rogers' voice creeped me out. I don't like to be soothed.


erinaceous - Feb 27, 2003 11:32:58 am PST #2678 of 10000
A fellow makes himself conspicuous when he throws soft-boiled eggs at the electric fan.

BHP, in Natter:

Lunch. Now. Started saying was going to lunch now half an hour ago!

Arrgh. Must buy helping verbs. Also personal pronouns. Perhaps in feminine hygiene section?

Betsy, I can set you up with some copula verbs, cheap!


Connie Neil - Feb 27, 2003 11:37:51 am PST #2679 of 10000
brillig

natter: copula verbs sound like fun


erinaceous - Feb 27, 2003 11:39:06 am PST #2680 of 10000
A fellow makes himself conspicuous when he throws soft-boiled eggs at the electric fan.

John H, in Natter:

When I say I love Singapore, I mean I really love it, by the way. I have a crush on Singapore. I go all giggly and shy when Singapore is mentioned. I mean I know that Singapore could never love me back, but that's what a crush is, right?

What? I'm catching up!


Emily - Feb 27, 2003 1:33:20 pm PST #2681 of 10000
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola

Java, the wonderland quote was me too.

Yes, I am tooting my own horn (or, as a friend of mine used to say, my own chicken). What's your point? It was only the setup for billytea anyway.


Steph L. - Feb 27, 2003 2:03:07 pm PST #2682 of 10000
I look more rad than Lutheranism

Conversation about Ouija boards, in Bitches:

Jilli: One of my friends uses them as serving trays, which I thought was kinda cute.

Anne W.: I'm afraid it would only be cute until a toast point with caviar and crumbled egg started spelling out Y-O-U-A-R-E-A-L-L-G-O-I-N-G-T-O-D-I-E-H-A-H-A-H-A-H-A-H-A Goodbye!


DXMachina - Feb 27, 2003 2:35:17 pm PST #2683 of 10000
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.

Emily, in Natter:

I was taking notes during the midterm review today, and the professor said "bit operations are actually polynomial, while algebraic complexity is exponential. And how is this possible?" And I wrote down, "Because he is the Kwisatz Haderach!" Then I giggled quietly to myself for an unseemly amount of time.