A moment ago in Bitches:
Me (re. something else, and straight line-i-ly):
I mean, there was the citrus fuck, with Hec, but that's not relevant. ... is it?
Hec:
It's relevant that I didn't fuck citrus.
billytea:
Y'know, I'm starting to think it's kind of suspicious that you're so... insistent about this. I'm imagining you sitting there thinking "Please oh please, don't ask about the papayas."
Hec:
I cut down a guava tree in my youth. There was no porn. I ran over mangos with my lawn mower. There was no porn.
Your interest in wildlife, however, Mr. tea, is what's setting off my Perv-dar.
Praise you Lorne, you are the Lord of Hosts.
Praise you Groo, you are the Champion and the Shield.
Praise you Joss, you are the King of Kings.
Praise you William/Bill/Billy you are the name above all names.
askye, non-spoilery, in, oddly, Firefly.
We can COMM AIM talk, right? For special occasions?
mmerlizard: AIM is hard on the tendons!
CaBil (1:39 AM): AIM is hard on the tendons? I would think skating would be worse...
mmerlizard (1:40 AM): Well, different sets, at least. Or do you type with your toes?
CaBil (1:41 AM): No, just focus my rage at the world at the keyboard, and the keys type out of fear....
Kinesthetic letters revisited -
Alibelle:
I think v is a mottled purple.
Rebecca Lizard:
That's because you are insane!
Wait. Ow. Again. I'm an idiot. This is the worst thing to argue about, because I both KNOW it's totally completely subjective and WILL vary from person to person, and am simultaneously possessed of a very, very, deep and unshakable conviction that mine is the ONLY TRUE V. Because... purple? Is just WRONG. Wronger than a Riley/Parker sandwich, served with orange juice after you've just brushed your teeth.
Madrigal Costello, in Firefly:
Beagles really are the Seth Greens of the dog world.
Madrigal, on potential spawn:
I don't really want a bunch of little me's. I know me. I wouldn't wish that on anyone. But I do want some similarity - kids who'll willingly ask mall Santas for fake-IDs, belch the Greek alphabet on the answering machine message, and get really excited about over-sized South American rodents. So odds are I'll just get little plaid-wearers who watch cleaning product informercials as if they were Joss shows and can't understand why anyone would want to make a prank phone call.
In Angel, Matt and PMM getting to the point:
MATT: I'm still holding out a faint hope that Connor's supposed to grow up into an Antichrist figure.
PMM: Can he be naked?