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.

Context be damned....

billytea: I think that if the guy asks me again if I hear voices, I'm going to claim I hear my testicles, and they're plotting against each other.

Emily, in Natter:

That Nora. She just never shuts up about her psychic powers. I mean, it's always "Oh, tomorrow it's going to rain," and "Um, guys, I think he's a KGB agent," and "Look out! Falling bookcase!" and "You will die horribly, largely because you refuse to listen to me about the bookcase thing." I mean, enough already!

We don't need no stinking context:

billytea:One of Bec's former workmates has a kid who, around the age of four or five, went through a stage of consulting his penis about any major decisions (thus laying the early groundwork for his adult life). Most notably one day when they were at the zoo and a tourist couple wanted to take a photo of him. "I don't know. [to crotch] What do you think, Mr Penis? [to tourists] He says that'd be ok."

I'm still snerking on my third or fourth re-read.

Jenny_G in Quotable deathmatch, explaining why she voted for Riley's "Did anyone else feel way too tall? I felt way too tall":

Capitalizes on MB's inherent tallness, one of the things he consistently brought to the character of Riley.

Burrell: I think the bigness of JLo's ass is overinflated. Never looked that big to me. If her ass is big, mine must be HUGE AND VAST AS THE OCEAN.

DXMachina (quoting Burrell), in Natter:

incompetent cervix

That makes it sound as though everything would probably be okay if the cervix just paid a little more attention to what it was doing.