Nilly, in Firefly, upon seeing and describing her reaction to the pilot episode, Serenity:

You know what? It's a good thing Joss isn't into politics, because he managed to make such a wide-eyed gasping holding-to-every-word little girl out of me in an hour and a half, I don't want to think what he may be able to do if he really wanted to get my attention. And he made me like made-up people, like them enough to want to know what happens to them next, and happened to them in the past.

Beth's DH: A car with a Start button? Is Bill Gates involved somehow? shakes head as he contemplates Mazda getting borged by MS

Daniel C. Jensen: Yes, and to shut it off, you have to press the start button, select "shut down" with the gear shift and then wait 10 minutes while it tells each component under the hood "good night."

And there's the Blue Windscreen of Death, which happens often with no warning and you lose all your momentum until...

Anyone who knows the ID of "Someone", please feel free to edit me, as I have to go.

Edited to turn "Someone" into someone.

eta: That was DCJ

Twas not me and I am huffy about only as it is my dream car that is getting all Gates-y and making me cringe...

actually the quote I'm responding to is:

Beth's DH "Spike's Bitches 8: Big Gay Pirates" Jul 31, 2003 5:30:34 pm PDT

Trudy, in Bitches:

I'm big with the God of the Hebrews but he NEVER does that. He sends angels to whisper in your ear to knock you up, there's just no foreplay.

JZ:

Does one really have to apologize for thinking Jags are pieces of shit? From what I've heard from people who own Jaguars (or, mostly, read, since I don't actually know that many Jag owners), this is common knowledge. The Jaguar is universally accepted, even by those who love it, as a car of singular beauty and fragile health, the consumptive of the automotive world, forever turning its sleek and rosy chassis to cough up delicate spatters of various oils and lubricants into its lace-trimmed Italian leather handkerchief.

I think Trudy's line (which juliana commed in #4128) is funnier if you have the quote she was replying to:

amyparker:

I had a long talk with the Goddess about all of this last night, and the upshot was that if She doesn't take steps to make sure that the monthly amusement does not give me grief in the midst of all this, She was going down.

Trudy Booth:

I'm big with the God of the Hebrews but he NEVER does that. He sends angels to whisper in your ear to knock you up, there's just no foreplay.

Madrigal, on his performance in Daredevil:

Affleck was okay at portraying someone with a handicap, though he seemed unable to portray someone for whom that wasn't some form of mental retardation.

billytea: Meanwhile, cheery news of the day: Your body (yes, yours) contains about 10 trillion cells.

1 trillion of them are human.

Carry on.

Cindy: What are the other 9 trillion?

billytea: Bacteria, mostly. The swingin' hot spot is the lower digestive tract.

Yes, you are outnumbered. Just keep sending down the twinkies and no one gets hurt.

deb:

I love cooking.

It's the nearest I get to practicing theology of any kind. I'm pretty sure that at least the Goddess worshippers out there will grok this, on every level: there is just something divine, in the genuine sense of the word, about preparing food.

There's simply no way it can be anything else for me. I mean, taking the bounty of the earth, washing, touching, smelling it, blending them together, the sift of cardamom and the bite of garlic, sweet peppers and fresh huge basil leaves from a pot in the garden, the movement of the knife and watching the fine clean slice and then more of the aroma as the oils are released. Garlic, olive oil, fresh food - I talk to my ingredients, I sing in my kitchen, and all of it, every damned bit, is an offering to the goddess and the universe and the human race and my place in the scheme of things.