D. Gray: You see that small room down the bottom that looks like a watercloset? well it's not, it's an oven.
D. Gray: ...and so they'd say, "so-and-so has damaged my daughter," and all the proper things would be done.
D. Gray: Caesar then realised he had a very powerful.. power over these people.
D. Gray: I feel like that stupid character in that movie.
Sarah: Yes, my bra is full of salt.
Andy: You know that sugar that i put on my cereal before? well it's salt.
Kat: He should be a butler.
Lisa: What?
Kat: My friend Jeeves. He should be a butler. If only briefly.
Lisa: Why?
Kat: Cause "Jeeves" is a butler.
Lisa: Oh.
Kat: Have you never heard of Jeeves? You have no clue what i'm talking about, do you?
Lisa: Nnnnope.
Jeeves: Careful.. Chris knows Chinese... stuff.
Nick: But i'm multi-racial.. i have black and asian and.. niuean in me.
Nick: Oh no, a black man! *runs from Jeeves*
Jeeves: A black man with a.. stick!
Kat: Where's my favourite favouritist ever pen?
D. Gray: I do not know the answer to that.
D. Gray: Adam, stop being so smart.
Mel: I'm just fed up.
Kat: ..with the whole Japanese culture?
Mel: ...no.
Kat: Well i am.
Mel: I'm just fed up.
Kat: look he's waterskiing in the corn!
Kat: She's ethiopian.. with a japanese face.
Rach: Wouldn't it be cool if you were in France and they were like, speaking french?
Kat: I spit in your face, you peasant!
Rach: How come yours is straight and mine is all crunnnkly?
MaryEllen: What are your plans for today?
Rach: i am going to go.. die.
Kat: I wanna take off my shoe and beat you relentlessly with it.
Sarah: It was kinda metallic-y yet kinda urine-y as well.
D. Gray: Roshni, you're going to be lain on the floor and kicked in a minute.
Kat: I understand you have my piston.
Jeeves: Why yes. I was just holding it for you.
Sarah: You're freakish today.
Kat: You slut, you.
Sarah: Oh. yes. I am such. a slut. Aren't i. oh yes, Kat.
Kat: And there's the horse's ass.
Kat: And the guy gets impaled. Poor man. Oh well. He's not real.
(pause)
Kat: Shall we name him?
Sarah: John.
Kat: John. Oh yes, Sarah, very Roman.
Sarah: Okay, John..ius.
Kat: Riiiiight.
D. Gray: I'll finish that sentence off and then it might make more sentence.
D. Gray: Alexander rides in from the left..
Jonathon (completely without feeling): Grrr.
D. Gray: His left arm raised up.. in an expression of..
Kat: DEATH.
D. Gray: *bursting into laughter* you weren't far wrong. Of distress.
Kat: If you're trying to cheer me up, it's working, you bitch.
Dustin: Sorry, sis! I'll never do it again!
Lisa: I wonder if your sister's dead yet.
Kat: What?
Lisa: Well people die in childbirth.. that's why it's yucky!
Kat: I can smell my bra.
Andy: My shirt doesn't smell edible, so i won't get hungry.
Nick: I'm gonna throw my chair at you.
Andy: Throw it at Jonson. He'd appreciate it more.
Kat: Yeah, my Mum says my room looks like a brothel.
Nick: But.. a brothel has lots of naked chicks in it.
Andy: Yeah and i doubt her room has lots of naked chicks in it.
Kat: Not on Thursdays, anyway. Tuesdays.. another story.
Nick: Party at Katie's on Tuesday, guys!
Kat: Naah i'll just bring 'em to your place, if that's alright.
Nick: ...yeah.
Kat: I'm sure Kandi will like that.
Nick: Oh yes, i'm sure Kandi will like that.
Andy (bursting into song): Sugar sugar! oh, honey honey.. you are my Kandi girl! *bursts into laughter with Nick*
Andy: I really feel like some pineapple lumps right now.
Nick: I just want.. Kandi.
Kat: I'm feeling better, honest.
Dustin: Prove it.
Kat: You're a dick.
Dustin: Okay... hey! X-men!
Kat: Huh??
Adam: He's nekkid.
Kat: Yes.
Hannah: He'd be a lousy night in bed....
D. Gray: Usually in paintings of this time, they're all on the same level. But now, here, what'sherface is on a rock and he's got his foot up. Oooh, how clever they were getting.
Sarah: My fav boxer's an Australian.
Kat: I like [David] Tua. And Muhammed Ali.
Sarah: But he's dying and doesn't count.
(pause)
Sarah: Well he is! it's not like he can actually box.
Lisa: Madonna's old. She'll never escape from that. It's like Cher. Whatever happened to her?
Kat: She had like, 3 hits then went back into her cave.
Kat: Awww.. he's so cutely gay.
Kat: You suck.
Sarah: Only if you're really nice to me.
Tasha had a party on the 7th of July that i've recently stolen a rather longish conversation from her website about. (After a lil while of this being here, i'll stick it in the July section)...:
Tasha: Bob, you can tell us what else we talked about...you were the sober one..
Bob: still in stage one?
Natasha: i can tell you what we talked about!
Tasha: what? i can't remember.
Natasha: well.. bob and nic talked about hockey. i talked about music. then i get stuck...
Bob: true.
Tasha: Bob?
Bob (to Natasha): you and peter did not talk.. wink wink?
Natasha no, i slept!
Bob: even better.
Natasha: no comment.
Tasha: hee hee photos.
Bob: uh oh.
Natasha: don't you dare!
Bob: damn, those will haunt someone.
Natasha: yeah, me.
Tasha: yep. they gonna go up, too.
Natasha: oh crap.
Tasha: Bob, damn you, what else did we talk about?
Natasha: eastbourne.
Bob: um, not a lot of important stuff.
Natasha: the radio station.
Bob: oh yeah, radio.
Natasha: see, i can remember.
Bob: TV.
Tasha: buffy...drinking..
Natasha: pita bread.
Bob: Pita bread? did not remember that..
Natasha: no, i think i was talking to myself at that point.
Jen: hey, there's my foot
Antoinette: stop feeling the desk with your foot.
Antoinette: I think you might be the dick, darling.
Jen: Well, your ear can just fuck off then
Salainaoloa: Is it fact or friction?
Mrs Bartholomew: ok, so who wants to do Jake?
Siobhan: I'll do her [Ellen Roarke]..
Jen: Just so long as it's in another room and I don't have to watch.
Rochelle: Jake! I wanna do Jake!
Mrs Bartholomew: We know that...and now we've done Jake three times.
Jen: and we all make aeroplane noises!
Nat[asha]: Why do they call it 'sleeping' when do you don't actually get a lot of sleep?
Kat: I walking home 'cos Mum said she wouldn't pick me up if it wasn't raining.
Tash: ah okay.
Kat's Mum pulls up.
Tash: interesting rain we're having..
Jen: Me, Nadia and Bob couldn't live together cos I'd always get in fights with Bob.
Nadia: But I'd always side with Bob..
Jen: Yeah, but I'd always win 'cos dumbass plus dumbass doesn't equal smart person.
Nicola and Tash walking down stairs: Coin coin, coin coin [as in the french pronunciation.. like a duck noise -kwahn kwahn, kwahn, kwahn.. right in the nose.. very nasal sound. try it!]...
Michelle W: that is the most disgusting sound I have ever heard.
Dush (debating): We should moon the passing of the 21st century.. mourn!
Bob: Why am I not allowed to say I don't mind being dragged around shopping?
Nat: 'Cos that would make you gay.
Tash: I'm going to Steve's to do some filming.
Tash's Mum: I hope these aren't those arty type films which require you to remove items of clothing..
Tash: Mum! My God! no!
Pete: put some more clothes on.. wow, i never thought i say that to a chick.
Kat: Ooh, my fly's open.. now how did that happen?
Maranda: See you laters..
Guys: Bye, Maranda/see you later/nice to meet you..
Rob: what about me?
Guys: oh piss off..
Maranda: are we leaving now..
Rob: No.. hey, why were we leaving?
Kat: Oh fuck off! all of you fuck off!
Phil: Yeah fuck off!
Tasha: Hee hee hi sweet..
Kat: Oh hiya. We're trying to snuggle. I'm trying to get them to fuck off.
Tasha: Does that include me?
Kat: Well yeah.
Tasha: Okay!
Chris (singing on ropes): "lick my legs, i'm on fire, lick my legs, of desire..."
Kat (a while away): Oh STOP singing PJ harvey, Chris!
Jeeves (on ropes): Hey, that was cool. You sing and suddenly a voice comes out of the darkness telling you to stop!
Kat: Bloody poms.
Kat's Mum: Yeah, they're all fuckwits.
Kat: *laughs* Okay, Mum..
Kat's Mum: No, really! see what this guy's doing now- oh for FUCK'S sake! Use a fucking indicator! *beeps her horn* Bloody brits in their bloody 'Britz' camperfuckingvans!
Kat's Mum: Yeah, yeah, "you have 329 million 624 thousand new messages".. well you can all fuck off.
Kat's Mum: It'd be nice if we had some lights around here so we could see what we look like!
Kat: well you should know what you look like..
Kat's Mum: Oh ha bloody ha.
Nicola: I'm Syphilis Nicolas!
Nicola: Oh bite my dick.
