Dave: (about the elephant) Mine's bigger. Bryce: Not the first time I've heard that.
Bryce: Hi, I'm- Bryce and I: (together) Bryce.
Bryce: Stop moving your head.
Musician: I owe you 2 minutes of the show.
Musician: (on phone) See you at home then. (pause) Well, it's closer than the hospital.
Bryce: (to Grant) But you gotta come back and sign her book first.
Dave: Actually, I'm wide awake. Just taking advantage of the rest period before the Siamese.
Bryce: Oops, you don't have to hold my food.
Grant: (about what to do with their mascot fish) I have two options. Either... flush it down the toilet... or give it to you.
Me: (to Ronnie) You're really tall.
Me: (to Ronnie) Everett's big, and you're tall.
Ronnie: I've hit the floor enough times.
Everett: (referring to snow) It's not really even snow; more like icy... snow.
Grant: We've got a mascot... Actually, it's a fish...
Musician: (referring to rain) Oh shit!
Colin: (referring to me saying he was a better Tugger than Stan) Oh, that's a swing's dream, to be told they're better than the person they're understudying!
Dave: In Toronto we had 60 degree weather. Me: Yeah, and the fans still froze their butts off.
Me: McCree, were you deliberatly winking at me? McCree: (shyly) ...Yeah.
Dave: Yeah, yesterday was awful. Bryce: I couldn't tell from my hotel window.
Me: Brian, did you hurt yourself tonight? Brian: No, I didn't.
Brad: (only thing he ever said) Did you enjoy the show?
Bryce: (referring to London being upset about him rechoreographing the Growltiger fight, said in proper British accent) Your name's Bermingham? You'll never work with us again.
McCree: (whenever I said anything to him) Aww, thank you!
Musician: Okay, here we go.
Me: Ronnie, are we allowed to take pictures of you in makeup? Ronnie: Not really, but who cares?
Me: Ronnie, do something cute. Ronnie: Not hard to do with the makeup on.
Me: Colin, you're not performing tonight. Colin: I know. I'll try to hold back tears.
Ronnie: We're headed off to a place with 70 degree weather. Musician: Where's that? Ronnie: North Carolina.
Ronnie: Dave, how do you do a soft-shoe? Dave: Yeah, kinda like that.
Dave: Well, it's not so much a step as a type of dance.
Me: Jarrett, where did you go during intermission? Jarrett: (sheepishly) I had to go to the bathroom.
Jarrett: (referring to brochure during the rainstorm) Put that away; it's precious.
McCree: (when I asked him to pose as Misto for me) Oh my god, are you serious?
McCree: (to me) You owe me forever.
Bryce: (to me) Hello, lady.
Dave: (to Bryce, referring to my kitties for the leaving swings) Okay, THIS one HAS to go to Mike, and THIS one HAS to go to Erin, and THIS one HAS to go to Ross. Me: Dave, they're all the same.
Me: Dave, why did Ross sound so sarcastic during the Ball? Dave: (shrugs) Character interpretation. We're supposed to be mocking Skimbleshanks... I guess I'm not very mocking. Me: No.
Me: Dave, you can turn around now. Dave: Oh, okay.
Me: Jarrett, who plays the rats that grab you? Jarrett: The what? Me: The rats? Jarrett: Oh, those... I think the correct term is... henchmen.
