Teppy, in Buffy, VERY VERY SPOILY:

STEPH: <Organ music swells... WILL Giles escape certain choppy death?!? Will the mysterious hooded figure CLAIM another victim?!? Will Joss risk EVISCERATION by thousands of female fans?!? For the answers to these and other questions, stay tuned for the next installment of As the Hellmouth Turns...>

John H., in BBaBB, talking about all sorts of things which involve code, and apparently the word "break":

Aha, ita, you rock.

Do the dance of break.

Or not, because ... breakdancing.

Guys, remember to check your posts to make sure whitefonting worked like you expected.

Steph, summing up the mother of all bad days in Bitches.

I feel like Sauron on a bad-hair day.

I think I'll get a donut.

Madrigal:

Drusilla was one chipmunk short of a woodland jamboree

[attribution corrected for posterity. But will posterity ever thank me?]

That was me, I think.

That was me, I think.

Indeed it was, as I heartily snerked and lit a candle at the Madrigal shrine.

In Literary (context? what context?):

Rio: LISTEN SHAWN IT'S ME OR FLAMING VAGINA, YOU TAKE YOUR PICK!!!

Anne:They always struck me as Pixy Stix with a hint of nutrition.

Jesse: Yeah, or at least a veneer of respectability

Awww. A shrine. All I was expecting was a Shriner up on a sharp stick somewhere. (And at first I thought the line was someone using one of my phrases because I think I might have gone into some of my remarks about St. Francis of Assissi being his very own woodland jamboree here.)

Am-Chau, in Bitches, 'cause we don't need no fucking context:

If peanut butter has gender, should I be writing peanut butter slash?

"Come into the dark cupboard with me, you handsome hunk of crunchy."

"Oh! You dirty little jar, you."