In Bitches:

vw bug: My snowflake cupcakes won't come out of the pan! Sad now!

Toddson: Can you wait until they melt?

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.

In Natter, context be damned:

Cass: That's not classy, it's just French. An easy mistake to make though.

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!"

In Natter:

Jessica: Snowpocalypse in NYC has devolved into Rainpocalypse: The Enslushening.

In Natter

Typo Boy: Snow can go to hell, where I gather it is wanted.

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.

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".

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.

ita, in Natter 62:

Life is okay, and the daiquiris are free.