'Life of the Party'
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.
In Unamericans (it's the place to be these days :) ):
Caroma:
My grandpa used to mix his turnips and mashed potatoes. I felt it was an insult to both.
DXMachina:
My mom did that. Still didn't mask the fact that there were frelling turnips in the potatoes.
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In Bitchy fic, PMM writes the one-word drabble:
Spike at the End of the World, the Last Man Standing.
"Bugger."
Angel...
ita analyzes 4.17, Inside Out and decodes the secret to world domination...
I like Connor fucking up too. I imagine if you take an isolated (and alienated) teen and use the word "special" a lot (without referring to the Olympics) and put out?
Anyfucking thing you want? It's yours.
ita's inadvertantly leaking her own future plans again, I see...
The thing is, with that sort of plan, she has a real shot.
Angus in Umamericans:
Remember the ads where someone would take one bite of a Crunchie and suddenly a film of them doing something fun like rollerskating or disco dancing or windsurfing would be superimposed over the space where their t-shirt was? (The implication being that eating a Crunchie transports you mentally to your early 80s leisure activity of choice.)
PMM in Angel (nonspoilery)
Aww, now I feel all warm and eviscerated.
In Angel: (not spoilery -- it's about a typo]
MadrigalEvli sounds like the kind of evil you'd buy at Ikea - like one of those giant death rays that you have to put together yourself at home and then end up with a crystal of polka evisceration left over and having to hold the back end together with duct tape because they didn't give you enough screws.
amyth: "The Evli Ray: in Seafoam, Buttercream and Eggshell--for Spring!"
In Bitchy Fic, Deena discovers feedback:
God, you guys are like smoking crack.
Dana:
Welcome to the world of fanfic.
(Very much 'it's funny 'cos it's true'.)
From Bitches:
Trudy:
Called agencies and skipped class.
Elena:
And at some point you frolicked in a fountain? Right? And sat in a cafe and drank Italian sodas with your gay best friend? Right? And there was a funny mix-up at the dry cleaners? Right?
Right?
Are you saying that everything television has taught me about life in the big city is a lie?
Teppy, in Bitches:
Can I say it? I want to say it!
There's no place like...
[camera pans to Willow, sitting in the lobby of the Phoenix]
[suddenly we all realize we lost several days]
Noooooo!