“It’s their game and we are the pawns.”
“Wit is the salt of conversation, not the food. I guess Ben got his taste of wit then, didn’t he?” CH, in regards to our poisoning BS
“Check. NEVER! Check! NEVER! Check! NEVER! Check! NEVER! Check! NEVER!!!!!!” AYL, BS
“I’m going to have to eat your film now.” KL
“You can change his clothes, but you can’t change your destiny.” JMG, in regards to KH’s fated marriage to BS
“The WonderBra makes Nate look fuller and more voluptuous.” Tech crew
“Wasn’t it good?”
“Nirvana bit me!” JCH
“Someone open the door and let me in!!” CDM
“Wait, guys. . . isn’t that the sun?” JMG, KEM
“. . . . . . . shit. . .” “Well, who wants pancakes?” JCH. . .MLN
“Took you for a ride!”
“I’m going to go flash Chris now!” MLN
“Rachel, you look so beautiful tonight. There are no words in English to describe your appearance.” MC
“Don’t stand in the red zone!”
“Noli nivem flavam edere.” PP Translation: “Don’t eat the yellow snow.”
“She’s toying with your emotions.” PM
“If God is the father of us all, is Jesus inbred?”
“So in the beginning, we were all Southern Baptist?”
“. . . Mao Tse-tung. He goes to my church.” MLN
“2’s and 6’s are definitely incompatible.” KEM
“WICCAAAAAAAAN!” JCH
“It’s not just a game.”
“Strange. . . yet slightly arousing.” BS
“Hi, Arik! Look! There’s Adam. . . and Max. . . and Arik again!” SRSSAM
“Is it tropical? No, it’s apple blossom. No, it’s pina colada!” Tech crew
“AAAAAAUUUUGGHHHHH!! We CAN quick change!” SR crew
“He’s got jungle fever, she’s got jungle fever. . .” SRSSAM
“ROLL ‘EM!” BS, much to the annoyance of the SRSSAM
“I was more than just a pawn.”
“Now at least I know I know him - oh, well.” signing mistake of the SRSSAM
“When does Freddie go mental?”
“What’s going on up in spots?” Tech crew (actually, we really don’t want to know)
“Chris’ nickname is Jock Strap. See, he’s got this big thing. . .” JCH
“There’s a glove on the stage!”
“Squeak. . . rumble. . .squeak. . .thud. . .squeak. . .CRASH!” SRSSAM (sorry!)
“Shit! I’m caught in the spotlight!” JH
“Where are the masks?!?” KH
“What is this crap? I’m not eating this!” MC
“Each game of chess means there’s one less variation left to be playe-D.”
“I’ve a duty as the pizzaman
to deliver to you.
I am ruthless in upholding
what I know will please,
meat or cheese,
as you’ll see.”
“Make your move!”
“Kyle? Jake? Where are you going? SHIT! Who’s going to cue us? Get back here! HEEEEEEELP!” SRSSAM
“Look at my thing, sir. Over there, on the chopper. But don’t touch it! It’s red.” BS
“FLIPPER!” That drunken bum I mentioned before
“As a matter of fact, I can fingerspell Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. . .
S...U...P...E...R...C...A...L...I...F...R...A...G.......Never mind.” KEM
“PHYS! Glorious! Yittburger! Vowee! Fat Boy! ‘Fro Boy! Gimp! Pedro! Yittee! The Gut! Teenwolf! Vodka Boy!” The Boys, endlessly entertaining to the civilians.
“KYLE. . . . NOOOOOOOOoooooooooo!” BS
“Where’s the smoke? It’s tropical time! WHERE’S THE SMOKE?!?” Tech crew
“REDRUM. . .REDRUM. . .REDRUM. . .” Tech crew on comms
“Chris’ spectacular spats are spattered with spit. Who sprayed spittle on Chris’ sacred spats? The sensational spats should be splashed or sprinkled with special smoothing spittle. The sound of spittle splattering on spats is soothing to skirkling singing stars.”
“One more minute Jake. Please!” KEM
“If you don’t take it in five seconds, I’m moving.” JH
“Here, take this. Go buy yourself somethin’ nice. Like a new necklace.”
K: “Isn’t Jake lucky? He gets to run his hand up and down my-”
“They all think they see a man, BUT. . .”
“You. . . . . . and I. . . . . . . We’ve seen it all. . . . . . . chasing our heart’s de. . . . .sire. . . . .But we go on pre. . .ten. . .diiiing. . . . . . .Stories like ours. . . . . . . .have. . . . happy. . . . . endiiiiiiiiiiiings!”
Let me read more of this insanity!
Oh, please. . . get me out of here!