ChiKat, on the way home from seeing Serenity:

Thong and ass! It's too much thong and ass!! I didn't want to see that!

Fay describing her natural crimefighting affinity with billytea:

Continents apart, we regard most crime with marked disapproval. And talk about the works of Joss Whedon. Amongst other things, including (but not limited to) echidnas, The Lord of the Rings, the serial comma, swearing, ant farms, art history, Science Fiction and duct tape.

Natter, on drugs (discussing drugs, making no judgement as to the pharmacological status of any individual poster):

Jesse: Am I crazy that I figure doubling up any OTC drug one time is pretty much OK? Am I going to wake up dead one of these days?

Hec: You'll probably just wake up in a coma.

Jesse: I could use the sleep.

In Minearverse:

P-C:

Tim, please make an episode about a man who murders ice cream sandwiches. Thank you.

juliana:

(Sorry, I had to...)

"Harold, it's Bateman, Patrick Bateman. You're my lawyer so I think you should know: I've killed a lot of ice cream sandwiches. Some Klondike Bars in the apartment uptown, uh, some Skinny Cows - maybe 5 or 10,um, a Sara Lee I met in Central Park. And Ben & Jerry. I killed Ben & Jerry with an axe in the cookie, its body is melting in a bathtub in Hell's Kitchen. I don't want to leave anything out here. I guess I've killed maybe 20 sandwiches, maybe 40. I have tapes of a lot of it, uh some of the M&Ms Sandwiches have seen the tapes. I even, um... I ate some of their fillings, and I tried to cook a little. Tonight I, uh, I just had to kill a LOT of sandwiches. And I'm not sure I'm gonna get away with it this time. I guess I'll uh, I mean, ah, I guess I'm a pretty uh, I mean I guess I'm a pretty sick guy. So, if you get back tomorrow, meet me at Harry's Bar, so you know, keep your eyes open."

What? Oh, it's me again. And reporting from Minearverse again. And, uh, quoting myself again:

P-C:

I thought there was actually a flesh-eating dog named Jeffrey somewhere in fiction.

ita:

You're thinking of Clifford.

Breastfeeding issues in Bitches:

Ple: I may have to break Lily of her habit of regulating flow by pulling and twisting the nipple before she grows teeth.

Aimee: I've heard tell that slighty flicker her cheek will do the trick.

Ple: I'm torn. Right now, I'd rather have the pain than have her gag on an over-active letdown, as the physical pain is easier on me than seeing her startled look of betrayal when the boobie attacks.

Robin displaying her finely tuned sense of consistency in Natter:

I will sneak into a second movie in a multiplex with no problem, but I won't go over in a checkout line. It makes ethical sense IN MY HEAD.

In Natter:

ita:

QUOD ERAT DEMONSTRANDUM.

Perkins:

That's Latin for "EAT IT, KRAV WOMAN", right?

shrift being shrifty, in Natter:

Huh. I just bopped down the street for some lunch, and two young women were handing out free flowers. Red roses, to be exact, no doubt to promote a flower shop.

I ended up with a rose on the way to the deli. I ordered my food. As he was packaging up my soup, register boy asked, "So, would you rather get free flowers on the street, or flowers from your boyfriend?"

I blinked at him in confusion for a couple of minutes in 'does not compute' mode. The question was problematic because the default assumption was that I a) cared, b) had a boyfriend, and c) liked flowers. For the sake of argument, let's pretend all of the above are true, but then, I'd still need more data. Are the flowers from said non-existent boyfriend for a happy occasion, or did he screw up? Did he get me my favorite flowers, or just generic flowers because that's what you do when you're in a relationship? I mean, I need to know these facts in order to evaluate the question properly!

And that's when I realized I was insane.

erika, in Natter:

I got the bathroom that was accessible only because kids made it too ugly for anyone but disabled folks to use in 7th and 8th. "Kathy Mahoney fucks farm animals," if you're wondering.