MM and Aimée funny.

MM: Today feels like one of those days when you want dancing weasels around.

Just to cut the tension, you know? Things get too deep, people start crying you can always point and say "Look! Dancing weasels! On ice!"

I think it would be better than psychotherapy.

Aimee: Can we have a weasel?

MM: I'll think about it.

Aimee: How about a camel?

MM: No.

Aimee: A dromedary?

MM: No.

Aimee: Why not?

MM: Because it's a fucking camel. 

connie neil, proving why some people may think she is the evillest Buffista, in Angel:

People have their limits. If her cage had full toilet facilities, then a little between the bars snarking with a hot guy is not necessarily a bad thing.

meara in Natter:

Meanwhile, catchup! BBwawhahahah! now what you have enshrined me as a verb, I cannot stop!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It should be mentioned I'm highly medicated right now....feeling very giggly. And like I want to yell a lot. So, um, yeah...the number of exclamation points should be considered with those factors! Even if I'm usually exclamationpointy, I don't usually use...um...ten or however many. Really.

Why doesn't anyone believe me?

Terry Pratchett says that three exclamation points in dialogue is the hallmark of the deranged character.

Or, David Walker.

I love David Walker. He is my typographical inspiration. Plus, you know, the rhetoric.

Steph L: Don't mind Miracleman -- he's Swiss. They get like that.

Betsy Hanes Perry (in Angel):

This was a test. It was only a test. If it had been a real possible-escape situation, the wrench on the nautical map would not have been made out of foam rubber.

Trudy, in Bitches:

OK, I respect the cervix, props to the cervix, word, yo... but couldn't it have a little flap or maybe a condenser of some sort?

The delectable Billytea, snarking in Beaurocracy:

Fraught. I should definitely be putting that into a sentence about now, but again with the sleep deprivation. Still, fraught. Oh, and Phwooaargh.