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.

Cindy:

Damn. My limo to the life of crime always hits a speed bump before it's even out of the driveway.

Theo's tagline:

Ray is definitely the type to heed the dictum that you shouldn't go to bed with anyone crazier than you. While that leaves him with a large population of potential lovers, the line is clearly drawn when it comes to Fraser.

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?

Matt and PMM speak for me. Especially Ple.

When Fay speaks, we COMM. In the dS thread:

Elena: Fay, I told my cousin that you were engaged. He's okay with getting married and having sex with you as long as he doesn't really have to do anything else.

Fay: Hmm. That sounds tentatively like A Good Thing - I mean, if by "anything else" he's thinking of stuff on epic lines, like invading America and forcing them to say "eh", or starting a boyband, or fathoming out cold fusion, or, you know, anything time-consuming like that. Cohabiting would be nice, though, and I believe it's fairly traditional in such circumstances - I'm not very tidy, but I'm quite good company and I'm a good cook. And I'm very reasonable about stuff like putting the loo seat down (really can't get worked up about it), and I wouldn't expect him to iron (so long as he returned the compliment), but I would want some other things - toleration of my cult TV & movies additiction and an appreciation of my thoroughly twisted and irrepressible sense of humour and my tendancy to talktalktalktalktalk when intoxicated.

....so I'll start looking at wedding dresses, then, eh? I was thinking something slinky and claret coloured?

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