That would obviously be the Gandhi that Buffy was doing her impression of for Ken.
That scene would have lost so much of its impact if she'd asked "Wanna see my impression of Rimmer?"
Nothing worse than a monster who thinks he's right with God.
Mal ,'Heart Of Gold'
Coffee On My Monitor
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billytea - Dec 16, 2008 5:58:13 pm PST #9940 of 10000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Ginger - Dec 17, 2008 4:03:38 pm PST #9941 of 10000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
In Bitches:
vw bug: My snowflake cupcakes won't come out of the pan! Sad now!
Toddson: Can you wait until they melt?
Pix - Dec 17, 2008 8:14:43 pm PST #9942 of 10000
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
In Natter:
ita:
God, I hate diamond ads. Just saw a Kay one with a guy who doesn't seem to have been dating the chick that long because he's apologising that his signing sucks. But he gives her a diamond tennis bracelet.
Every kiss begins with Kay? Every kiss-my-ass begins with Kay too.
Pix - Dec 19, 2008 12:00:11 am PST #9943 of 10000
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
In Natter, context be damned:
Cass: That's not classy, it's just French. An easy mistake to make though.
WindSparrow - Dec 20, 2008 1:21:27 pm PST #9944 of 10000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
In Bitches, Steph L. recounts a conversation between herself and her Boy.
I said, "Jesus, the past 6 months have been so fucked up for us -- you had abdominal surgery, and I had inexplicable stomach badness, that weird-ass vertigo, panic attacks, and now this back problem. What's next?"
Him: "We'll probably give birth to a cute little teratoma we can call our own."
Teratoma out of the blue!!!
After I finished laughing, I said, "Even though it will be hideous, it'll be our hideous teratoma baby."
Him: "You can tell me its one tooth looks just like mine!"
Me: "And its tuft of hair looks just like mine!"
dcp - Dec 21, 2008 6:31:04 am PST #9945 of 10000
The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know.
In Natter:
Jessica: Snowpocalypse in NYC has devolved into Rainpocalypse: The Enslushening.
Ginger - Dec 21, 2008 7:26:30 pm PST #9946 of 10000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
In Natter
Typo Boy: Snow can go to hell, where I gather it is wanted.
Pix - Dec 22, 2008 7:45:39 pm PST #9947 of 10000
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
In Natter:
billytea: My wedding could have included "we've replaced his wedding vows with Folger's Crystals, let's see if he notices" for all I know, it all being in Mandarin.
meara - Dec 22, 2008 8:32:47 pm PST #9948 of 10000
in Bitches:
Shir: "Your grandmother asks where you are and when we'll have children to light Hanukkah candles"
billytea: Is that a requirement? Can't you use a match?
Cass: But children give such a lovely light, what with the madly flailing arms.
billytea:I am at last seeing a connection between "The roof! The roof! The roof is on fire!" and "Wave your hands in the air like you just don't care".
DavidS - Dec 23, 2008 8:40:37 am PST #9949 of 10000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
From Movies.
Fay: Mind you, it does drive me insane that these movies have convinced kids that scarabs are flesh-eating demon monster beetles. When trying to teach Ancient Egypt, the kids are all 'yes, yes, we know about scarabs - they EAT YOU ALIVE!!!!' To which I'm all '...er, no. Not so much. But they do roll big balls of poo around, which is still pretty good value for money.' And they just give you these pitying looks, and insist that scarabs eat you alive. And when you start to jump up and down and rail at the heavens, and point out to them that THEY ARE EGYPTIAN KIDS and that THERE ARE SCARABS OUT THERE IN THE PLAYGROUND RIGHT NOW, and that said scarabs are not, in fact, stripping the flesh from the kindergarteners' bones, but are instead calmly rolling along balls of dung, the kids Will. Not. Believe. You. Because they saw it in the movie.