'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
This thread is for Buffista quotage. Posts that are profound, witty, or otherwise deserving of immortality go here. This is also Shrift's source for the BRQG, so be aware that if your words end up here, they'll also end up there. Finally, please note which thread spawned the quotage and please white-out anything that might be spoilery to Un-Americans.
In F2F:
Aimée: Do you have mice in the back yard for the Dread Beast to pounce on?
Jilli VoiceOfReason: No. And Dread Beast probably couldn't be bothered to pounce on *anything*. But he does like going outside and eating grass.
Aimée: I had friends like that in college.
ita in Natter:
Does anyone here watch SOAPnet? There's a promo for one of their themed shows which shows two guys in bed with one woman, and I'm wondering when soaps got that porny. Also, which soap, and when it airs.
meara, in Bitches:
My grandmother used to say "Everybody's weird. If you don't think they're weird, you just don't know them well enough". My father added "If you think you know them and they're still not weird, talk to them about money"
Whimpering with laughter, and context is irrelevant. My divine erika in GWW:
I know, Brain, but where on the internet are you going to find a wheelbarrow, penne pasta and Walter Cronkite?
Tommyrot, in Minearverse, context be damned:
What's the point of having genetic engineering if we can't play God and make animals exactly the way we want them?
As soon as they come out with a do-it-yourself home-genetic-engineering kit, I'm gonna make me an emperor penguin that's house-broken and has the personality of a Siamese cat.
Gudanov: ION, Leif invented a new recipie for chocolate chip cookies. Take a carton of eggs, break onto carpet. Add one large container of Nestle Quik and a cup of milk. Let stand until discovered.
Jessica, in Sunnydale Press:
In case any other NYCistas are wondering what that weird sweet smell is, I just called 311 about it, and they connected me to 911 (apparently odor complaints require emergency assistance!), who connected me to the fire department, who said they've been getting calls all night about this, and that it's all over the city, but they don't know what's causing it.So that's that.
I don't think I've COMM'd Press before...
In Bitches:
Gudanov: Yesterday while I was at work Leif got his little hands on a bottle of infant Tylendol somehow. He used the dropper to start painting his walls with it. When he was discovered and asked what he was doing he replied, "I don't know... I'm only three."
Trudy Booth: I'm so happy he's an artist. And that he didn't swig the stuff.
sumi: Yes, what a relief that he was painting rather than drinking!
erikaj: Toulouse Lautrec's family used to say that all the time too.
In Bitches, erika muses about what British faith healers would be like:
(Actually the thought of a British faith healing amuses.) "Well, if it's okay with you, I've told the nasty demon to step off now."
"Really? Ta ever so." (Suppilcant stands) Great, I can walk...that's really brilliant. Been a really long time."(Audience claps like at Wimbledon)
Jars sums it up in Fan Fiction:
I think the thing I find most charming about SGA slash is the hot men that do sex.