I don't think we've reached critical mass yet.
A Guy scavenger hunt.
I just looked at her like she was being silly.
How many times have we gone in a circle today? I think this is the third.
Well, you've moved. You have become more attractive.
Come with me, my darling, we will go to Loveland together.
The NatMare will be glad to share his seat with you, if you'll be nice to
him.
Porn just materialized.
Mr. Jeep, you're a jeep. It's a dip. Catch on.
She's grabbing things for me!
Oh, look! His legs are spread and he's got a sword.
When it's completely closed, it's kinda hard to get in that position.
I have big zits and no makeup. Go away.
There are no Mint Milanos in this room. There are no Mint Milanos in this room.
Get ahold of yourself, woman--not in public.
Maureen, I want to take your shirt off.
Yes, sir, may I have another?
This shows incredible amounts of tits.
We're making Kelly buy a push-up bra.
Oh, you suck.
I killed the printer with angel pictures.
I need a beastie.
Do not cast aspersions about what is flopping.
Aw, shit, come back here, Frog.
I won't touch your brain.
Are you sure she was that young this late?
Oooh! Oooh! He's playing with the pig.
I think everything sounds vaguely obscene tonight.
Her hands have been conspicuously silent.
Katie's losing resolution on the Doggie TV.
You don't go to Tijuana all that often for cultural diversity.
This would be the "Not Freaking People Out" explanation.
Please don't revoke my NatPack membership because I'm being practical.
I don't wanna be Paris!
People do need to be able to tell Pod where to go.
Don't you love the way the floor bounces when the cars drive past?
Pea-pelting is a fine art.
The tits was something else.
It practically gives me cleavage!
You're evil, Betsy--but that's kinda cool.
Keep a car between us, just like it says to in the spy manual.
"Casual Coroner"--for those pathologists who just want to relax.
I found him--you guys do the rest.
Let me get this straight--we laid siege to Kermit?
For a good time, call the Pack.
Well, that's why I was flashing mine.
An informed NatPack is a happy NatPack.
[Note: This was later misread as "an informal NatPack," which also makes
considerable sense.]
One, two, three...seven?
You can't just scream, "Monica!"
In my universe, everything talks to me.
My little Amy Alarm went off.
I was starting to wonder if I had lost my mind.
How quickly can we take off our clothes?
I'm looking forward to an evil spirit taking over my body. I'd have more fun that way.
I'm such a fucking bitch.
(Moans of pleasure emanate from the bed region.)
We had a majority and it was vetoed.
It's always better to hate others than to hate oneself.
Andrew curls her toes?
Hopefully they've got this on tape, and then one day when they're making an episode about the Angels of Good versus the Forces of Bad, they can use it.
The '70's did a lot of bad things to a lot of people's hair.
Amy gets a one cent discount?
I know the problem--it fell off my head.
I don't think I've mentioned this, Betsy--but I just love looking at your chest.
I hardly ever get to do it with you, either.
Amy says, "There is no more quotelist. This is a good thing."
Cause second pain. Make first pain go away.