Madrigal, reminiscing about Buffy episodes past:

I wanted more about the Knights. I wanted the scene where the head guys went to high school job fairs and isolated the seniors with the best foreheads. They'd give them free doughnuts and answer all questions with, "The key is the link, the link must be severed, such is the will of God," until they'd gotten at least ten people signed up.

Theodosia in Natter (The context is Madrigal's question about The Presidents of the United States actually being the presidents of the United States):

Don't forget Jello Biafra, who would add a Vaclav Havel-like ambiance to the White House.

Dana to ita in Angel:

My "VK is hot" boat has already sailed, ita, and you're just a leetle tiny figure, waving at me impotently from the "I'm on Crack" dock.

Please don't hurt me.

Back in Angel on WX, non-spoilery.

Jessica - And really, wouldn't you want your minions dressed as dorkily as possible so that your own supersexy Evil clothes looked that much better?

Kristen - So the relationship between an evil overlord and their minions is much like a bride and her bridesmaids.

PMM - Yeah, pretty much.

Jessica - (This would be the part in the BtVS ep where Anya points out that there really is a Bridezilla...)

Kristen - So teal taffeta truly is an instrument of the devil. I always suspected that.

Because it's soooo needed in these trying times.

bitterchick: I want a retroactive apology from everyone who mocked NSYNC's Bee Gees Grammy tribute.

Perkins: Dude, I didn't even see it, and I still want to mock it. Can I, if I apologize first?

Jess PMoon (in Spoilers but not a spoiler), bemoans the horror that is her life:

You know what the kicker is? I won't get to see the finale for two weeks after it airs. We're gonna be in freaking England on freaking vacation. (And yes, my diamond shoes are a little tight now that you mention it.)

Hil, on Passover traditions as practiced in her family:

The first part of the seder that's a part of the story, rather than part of the formalities, is "This is the bread of our affliction, which our forefathers brought from the land of Egypt." (If I'm reading that part, I say "ancestors" instead of "forefathers," since that's just as reasonable a translation of the word, and then my uncle glares at me. The book says to point at the matzo while saying it, and if my aunt is at the table, she'll say, "It's not nice to point." My father will ask why everyone's bread was at the same stage of rising when they left. My sister will tell all of us to hurry up so that we can finish sometime before 3 in the morning. My mother will say that the men at the rebbe's will continue the seder all night. My cousin will say that that's why he doesn't go to the rebbe's. My aunt and uncle will tell him not to disrespect the rebbe. My sister will shout at all of us to get back on book. Then we'll continue.)

Hil: I remember being in second or third grade and trying to tell my friends that they were insulting themselves by putting the annoying boys in the "girl" category. Then they decided that the five of us should play four-square.

Julie, in Bureaucracy:

Put me down as a buggerer. And a shitter. And a fucker.

erm.. so to speak.

Under great pressure nothing beats the eloquence of a nice long string of fuckity fucking fucks.

Also, awfully fond of "sodding" in front of anything that does not please me.

Oh, look! It's just like Sartre.

In Natter:

shrift:Dude. We seriously are waiting on a computer that a guy spilled water on, and attempted to dry it out with a hairdryer and acid.

Acid.

Sue:I'm picturing that the guy dropped a couple of hits of LSD into his hard drive and now his computer is listening to In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida and watching the room breathe.