Elena: The first words out of my mouth when he got on the line were 'Just checking to see if you're dead.' - because 'dead' is my default assumption when I don't hear from someone.

Sue: I didn't know you were my mother! You've fooled me all these years.

Elena: Sue, you need to put on a sweater. I'm cold.

Natter:

billytea: I mean, in Rome they honk as some sort of declaration of virility, and there's a pattern to that. (Challenges to one's manhood seem to include being overtaken - there appears to be a law in Rome that at no time may any vehicle be behind any other vehicle, and they're law-abiding folk; changing lanes; and not having the right of way at an intersection.) In Paris they honk as if to say "Alors! To ze barricades!", and then they speed up for a crowded pedestrian crossing or mount the pavement. (Apparently speed cameras never caught on in France, because you can guarantee that a driver will be affronted at this invasion of privacy, stop, dismantle the thing and take it home with him.) In Athens the message behind honking appears to be "This car is equipped with a horn".

[Edited because I left a town out]

Ginger in Natter:

Perhaps I'm just longing for the good old days, when men were men and cars had names like Edsel.

Betsy, in Natter:

My NeverLost was for a different universe entirely. It occasionally told us that we were in the middle of the ocean. I kept telling it that I would have noticed.

sarameg:

Badly pointed headlights make me cranky. Except I think mine are a little high right now, and have been for years. And I know how to fix them, I just haven't. Oops. I annoy myself.

Ah, well, I guess that isn't news.

Gudanov made me laugh so hard that my throat hurts, in Natter:

sarameg: Someone just asked me to explain the collapse & implosion of Yugoslavia. The short version.

Gud:

Dude, the Soviet Union is gone.

Cool, without the boot of Soviet power we can restore this country to it's Serbian glory.

No dude, you mean Croatian glory.

Hey guys, how about us Muslims?

Serbian!

Croatian!

Serbain!

Croatian!

You're going down!

Bring it bitch!

Raquel, in Natter:

How did I not know Bush was going to be speaking in my home town today? In fact, at the school where all three parents teach/taught. Apparently he got a bit confused about which aliens he wants to legalize, and thus went to Roswell.

erika in Bitches, context not needed:

I'm a recovering hypochondriac, anyway. Funny how not giving a shit reduces a woman's stress level.

I adore this thread, it's the Buffistas Greatest Hits, and I can bookmark all the good stuff I miss in skipping. Particularly Gud's terribly succinct summation of Central European politics.

Madrigal in Natter:

"...in the special edition of S6, Joss has changed it so now Tara shoots first."