Plei: Bras, on the other hand, are NOT something you find in good shape at Goodwill. Shoes can be fixed up with a bit of polish and a trip to the cobbler.

Bras cannot.

Sure, in theory, they're not something a casual viewer will spot, but a good bra is as essential as breathing.

Bras, unlike shoes, have the power to make you look a good ten pounds lighter (and perhaps even ten years younger) just by getting a proper fit.

Bras can prevent back pain.

Bras can get you free drinks.

Bras can, in a pinch, lead to world peace, harmony, and cold fusion.

In short, go bra! Choose bra!

Polter-Cow, in Firefly, talking about a specific moment watching the feature Film Serenity in a theater:

about thirteen thousand gasps, followed by a "SHIT!" in the back

I almost wanted to laugh, but my heart was beating too rapidly for things to be funny.

Context? Bite me.

Kristen : I really didn't intend for this conversation to go in the direction of my ass.

Windsparrow, in Bitches, "helps" PC with his continuing troubles with his mother:

P-C, if this were a sit-com, we would be contractually obligated to tell you to lie to your mother, to create an imaginary girl-friend. Not sure which would be funnier: a fictional girl-friend who fits within your mother's specifications for your apropriate mate (other than that she didn't pick the girl out herself); or, a fictional girlfriend diametrically opposed to your mother's dreams - say, an albino slut-bomb from New Jersey. Also, there is the challenge of finding someone to pretend to be your girlfriend when your parents visit. Hopefully this will be someone you actually like, because you would then be contractually obligated to fall for this girl, forcing you to give an impassioned speach about being allowed to love whomever you choose.

Wolfram in Minearverse:

"how to tell if the showrunner hates you."

10) Files all your submitted scripts under R for Recycling
9) Makes you act out particular scenes with character voices in front of the catering staff
8) Wants your next submission to be in crayon
7) Calls you Shakespeare, a lot
6) Asks if you've ever considered writing for Reality TV
5) Refers to you as the "one in every group" guy
4) Has you pitch him ideas from outside the stall
3) Tells you your punchlines make him cry
2) Uses finger quotes when discussing your "dialogue"
1) Makes you break all the news from Fox headquarters

From Bitches, sans context:

amych: "I've had a successful career as a cartoon supervillain, but the chance to put the same skills to work as a FOX executive is a long-time dream of mine".

shrift in Natter, on keeping old love letters:

I think the only things I've ever received have been letters from stalkers, or from friends who wanted something more than platonic and thus filled me with an uncomfortableness.

I guess what I am saying is that I have an evidence log instead of a hope chest.

Allyson in Natter: Everytime a Buffista calls someone a FUCKO, Rio gets a kiss. Like It's a Wonderful Life, with profanity and tongue.

ita in Natter:

I was convinced that my mother was a telepath. I asked her one day if she was, and she denied it with derision. "Of course that's what you'd say," I thought back at her.

In VM, Cindy breaks up with Buffy, and it must be preserved, dammit:

Skipping completely, because I'm about 2/3s of the way through season 1, to make my very first post inspired by actually watching Veronica Mars.

A Long Time Ago, We Used to Be Friends...

Buffy, I'm not sure how to start this, but I think we really need to clear the air.

Great. I was really jonesing for another heartbreaking sewer talk.

Please, Buff. Not to go all cliche-y, but this is going to hurt me more than it's going to hurt you. I'm just going to get right to the point. I've...I've...I've been...seeing someone else. In some ways, she reminds me of you. She's really something. She's vulnerable, but incredibly smart, spunky, and possessed of an inner strength that puts me in mind of...

I've had it with super-strong little women who aren't me.

I understand, Buffy...Please know, it's not you. It's me.

People don't fall in love with what's right in front of them. People want the dream. What they can't have. The more unattainable, the more attractive.

Xander, don't. Okay? First of all, you've missed the point, entirely. Secondly, and most importantly, this is between Buffy and me.

I'll just go home, lie down, and listen to country music, the music of pain.

Xander, I'm sorry. I love you all, but...I'm sorry.

Oh, as usual, dear.

Giles, I can't. Not you. Not now. This is about Buffy. You remember Buffy, right? You don't really want me to remind you and everyone else what kind of condition she was in when you walked away, do you? 'Cause if we play who-stayed-with-Buffy-through-what-and-when? I'm gonna win.

Now, Buffy, I've been thinking. About our future. And the more I do, the more I feel like us - you and me being together - is unfair to...

You wanna hurt me, hurt me. You leave her out of this.

Oz, not you, too. I thought you'd get it. Sometimes, I'm sitting looking at my dust bunnies... I'm not thinking about housework, 'cause that would never happen. I think about watching you. And it's like everything stops. It's like, it's like freeze frame. Buffy viewage. But...

But...Freeze frame!

Will, to the casual observer, it would appear that you're trying to stand up for your friend Buffy, or even the score or something Will, but you've got a new series now Will, and that's on the empty side. Not to mention, I not only saw Xander with Bradley Cooper, Will—I've seen you with her. Cordelia, too. And Sarah's working on some movie, that I don't even know if I'll be able to stand watching, because she's playing some porn actress or something. See, in my fantasy when I'm watching her, she's Buffy Summers, Will.

How come you keep saying my name like that?

Like what, Will?

Are you freaked?

What? No, W—No! Absolutely no to that question. Please though, let me talk to Buffy.

What the bleeding hell is wrong with you bloody women? What the hell does it take? Why do you bitches torture me?

Spike. Which question do you want me to answer first?

I'm at the end of my bleeding tether! I don't know why I even bother! It's your fault. You're to blame for all this, you know.

Spike, if your movie ever comes to pass, you know I'll be there. And if Sarah had wanted to make a season 8, I would have been there too, despite my dissatisfaction with the execution of season 7. I watched you on Angel, didn't I? I even liked you on Angel. I have been more than fair to you over the years, but I need something right now.

Now, Buffy, it's time I moved forward...

Don't walk away from me, Bitch!

I'm sorry, Buffy. You know how much I love you. It kills me to say this—

Then don't! who are you to tell me what's right for me!? You think I've never thought about this stuff?

Have you? Rationally?

No, I'm just a swoony little schoolgirl, right?

I'm trying to do what's right here—I'm trying to think with my head instead of my heart—

What heart? You have a heart? It isn't even beating!