Jayne ,'The Train Job'
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DXMachina: (in Natter)
Ya know, accusing people of being witches just because they're different is bad. Not allowing young women to learn their letters is bad. Turns out there's not a lot of yucks to be had in small pox, either, and not even a trace of the funny syphillis around to lighten the mood...
From Due South (there was a discussion about Free Willie the movie::
FayJay:
Is *willy* in as common usage Stateside, then? 'Cause in the UK, it's as common as 'cock' or 'dick', only without the same degree of offensiveness. I've always assumed it must be less familiar in the US, because the sheer visceral rudeness of calling one's shaggadelic president Slick Willy seems so...er...rude.
Ellen S.:
I think willy is more of a children's version of 'dick' and equally inoffensive/used as a nickname. 'Free Willy' makes me think of a chorus line of exhibitionists with open raincoats waving their appendages, singing "Born Freeeeeee, free as the......."
Trudy Booth, speculating on what would happen if Cordelia got knocked up (unspoily):
Angel: Is he sorta... um... green ?
Cordy: He's not GREEN.
Gunn: No, he's definately a little green-- and what are those little bumps on his head?
Cordy: It's cradle cap, very common. He's not GREEN. I have an olive complexion. That's all.
Lorne: Oh yes, cats and kittens, the little nipper is distinctly chartreuse.
t puffs on nails, buffs on lapel
Hil in Natter:
The "leadership skills" thing always seemed really silly to me. A group of four leaders will accomplish absolutely nothing if no one has followership skills.
emilyn, in Angel
When you speak of this, and you will, be apocalyptic.
And once again, folks -- pot causes you to get LAID.
Fucking HATE that commercial.
Although I have a sudden urge to get baked...
-- Steph L.
Daniel, in Angel (non-spoilery)
Just once I'd like them to come across something increadibly strange and silly at the same time...
Wesley: "This seems to be a glyph writing of the shipwreck of a small boat." Wes consults his notes. He points to a place on the rock face.
Angel: "Do you think this will be important?"
Wes looks up. "Hard to tell, really." His attention is back on the translating. "Here, it says there were seven, five passengers and two crew" He shuffles the sheets around.
Wesley: "This glyph represents the captain, this the first mate. This one is a rich man...and his wife. Some sort of entertainer, a scholar, and this final one is of a young, unescorted female."
"Here, there was a big storm, represented by this sequence."
Wesley thinks for a moment. "It seems the ship ran aground on this island and for some reason they named it after the first mate."
Cordy: "He must have been popular."
Wesley: "Perhaps. He does figure promentently in every tale on this wall. A legacy of failure to get off the island"
Gunn: "yeah, Well, I think ya'll need to watch more classic TV."
Betsy Hanes Perry: Why does my cat insist on kissing me on the nose, anyway?
t realizing that Spike's breath must smell like stale cigarettes and staler blood
p.m. marcontell: And onions, but Anya liked it.
DXMachina: t realizing that Spike's breath must smell like stale cigarettes and staler blood
Don't forget the blooming onions.
p.m. marcontell: DX, what a sad, sad, sad Xpost
Trudy and billytea in Bitches
Trudy - Kenny will be allowed to grow up before I ride in on my horse and claim him as my groom.
billytea - And years later, as he mucks out your stables, he will curse the ambiguities of the English language that brought him there.
PMM in Bitches, and I can't believe that someone hasn't beaten me to this.
I'm headin' for the railway station
One way ticket to my destination, mmm
This sort of lustin' wasn't planned
I thought I had it well in hand
Even though my tastes have spanned
All the way across the land
Hellward Bound, I'm Special
Hellward Bound
Hell, where my thought's are taking
Hell, where my boys are playing
Hell, where the lot of you are waiting
Silently for me
Tuesday/Sunday's endless stream
Of pretty things and naughty dreams
And each one looks just right to me
Connor and River's brother thing
And every Dawnie dance I see
Reminds me that I long to be
Hellward Bound, I'm Special
Hellward Bound
Hell, where my thought's are taking
Hell, where my boys are playing
Hell, where the lot of you are waiting
Silently for me
Tonight I'll watch my show again
I'll lick my lips and pretend
That nothing's really wrong with me
In spite of pushing thir-ir-ty
Like Spikey with his Harmony
I need someone to comfort me
Hellward Bound, I'm Special
Hellward Bound
Hell, where my thought's are taking
Hell, where my boys are playing
Hell, where the lot of you are waiting
Silently for me
Hellward Bound, I'm Special
Hellward Bound
Hell, where my thought's are taking
Hell, where my boys are playing
Hell, where the lot of you are waiting
Silently for me