Jim, in Firefly:

Enemy of the People is what Jaws is basically a version of, but with a shark. Speilberg's attempt to make The Doll's House with a giant alligator was, however, doomed to failure.

Also in Firefly, Cindy:

I get a little dizzy(ier) trying to keep straight The Caine Mutiny, Citizen Kane, and Mutiny on the Bounty.

Whenever I try to sort them out in my teeny brain, I wake up on my old sled, watching Casablanca.

BWAH! Polter-Cow in Boxed Set:

JUST BECAUSE HER NAME IS MARS DOES NOT MEAN SHE IS FROM SPAAAACE.

Betsy and DX help Kat study for a Spanish quiz in Natter:

Kat: Okay, as usual, I have not studied for my quiz (quick! how do you say "I'd like my steak well done" in Spanish).

Betsy: "Yo soy idiota."

DXMachina: Quisiera una briqueta

Polter-Cow: In case it wasn't clear, I think Amy Acker is as ridiculously pretty as the next guy. I was merely using Joss' standard deadpan sarcasm that he employs on the commentaries. And in case he's not clear either, he, too, thinks Amy Acker is as ridiculously pretty as the next guy.

DavidS:As long as the next guy is Johnny Depp, I'll agree with this assessment.

Nilly: I'm totally not in charge. Things are my fault, not my responsibility.

From Bitches...

Polter-Cow: After a certain hour, I lose the ability to concentrate on all this potassium channel business. I can't form coherent sentences. I get a couple good hours of work done in the morning, and then it feels like I don't get anywhere. Gah. Gah gah gah. Why can't I do this?

DavidS: Because it's after a certain hour.

tommyrot: Gotta watch out for those certain hours.

connie neil: Certain hours and certain women.

I feel a hard-boiled detective story coming on. It's a noirish kind of night.

Steph L.:
It was late, and my secretary had long since gone home. But me, I was in no hurry to leave, because the only companion waiting in my dank apartment was the constant drip of the faucet that the super could never seem to fix. And then in walked a dame with a pair of gams that were illegal in 13 states. Fixing her bottle-green eyes on mine, she stalked over to my desk, opened her heart-shaped mouth, and said "I need your help! You see...."

Polter-Cow:
"...I'd really like to know more about voltage-gated potassium channels. Word on the street is there are different subunits, and they tetr--tetram--come together to make a channel. I also hear about a ball and chain."

My eyes lit up.

"I know my way around a ball and chain, miss."

"But can you help me? I'm so hungry for...knowledge."

"Yeah, me and my good friend PubMed, we can help you. What do you got to offer?"

Those bottle-green eyes, they'd never left my own. She dropped her voice to a husky whisper. "I'm sure we can work something out."

tommyrot:
"Here's my collection of twine and bottlecaps. Take whatever you think is fair."

Polter-Cow:
"Oh, I know what to do with the twine."

"It's very strong."

"It'd better be."

tommyrot:
"Mr P-C, I know what an emperor penguin can do with insufficiently-strong twine."

Polter-Cow:
"So do I. You wouldn't want it to disturb us during our...liaison, would you?"

"I like it when they watch."

"Yes, and mine eats bottlecaps."

tommyrot:
Suddenly, a shot rang out. An albino emperor penguin staggerd through the door and collapsed onto the ground. As I cradled the dying bird in my arms, it dropped a piece of paper onto the floor. The note read, "The bottlecaps are fake...."

Daniel C. Jensen:
"...Beware the midget. Seek out the fat man."

He looked around, straining to hear any noise that would betray someone watching. It was quiet.

"Too quiet," came his inner voice. He rolled his eyes and said out loud, "God. Now I'm thinking in full cliché mode."

Frankenbuddha:
"The owls are not what they seem and the rooster crows at midnight."

"Indeed, and these cats aren't going to stack themselves."

Oh, good, someone else did it. I wasn't looking forward to all the line formatting.

That's why I didn't do it earlier connie, and I'm glad I didn't, because Frank's line hadn't yet been posted. Thank goodness (and the developistas) for quick-edit formatting, and even then, I still managed to goof enough, to have to go back in and edit. I had to COMM it though (even though I think I've been over-COMMing stuff, lately). It's the sort of spontaneous spicey brainy stuff, I love about y'all.

In Other "We missed total annihilation by how much?" News, shrift in Natter:

I was going to destroy the universe yesterday in a fit of pique, but then I remembered that that's where I keep all my stuff.