Pod and Jennifer's Graduation Party Quote List

End of April, 1997


I'm gonna hafta get leather...

He turned me into a girl.

Whoa! That's a dress and a half...well, actually, it's half a dress.

Oh, hello! A wet Tom Paris!

I like pouting. It's a hobby--everybody's gotta have one.

That's all right. We're all Pack together, go ahead and belch.

brwaaaarp

My toes are faster than the Coke.

I finally find someone I can be horrible with...

Revenge is a quote served cold.

She catches him by the flute.

Well, I think we've finally graduated from boob jokes.

She's just a poor, misunderstood demon.

Subtlety, thy name is "Jenn."

You're just a busy little pencil-weaver, aren't you?

Yoo hoo! I'm commentating!

She's just being obscene again.

Bring out the men! It's a little better than "bring out your dead"...

What is it...pyrotechnics? I like those.

You keep trying to find places that are ticklish, don't you?

You're ticklishly impaired.

I prefer "evolved."

I don't care if he's that talented, I don't need him across my chest.

I'm stroking this all night now.

No! Let Pod struggle with the tape!

It's a cowbell!

It's a *frog*.
Now we'll always know where you're at.

I swear, you've got sex down to an art.

Now *that's* an embarrassing outfit. You wouldn't catch Kathryn Janeway in that.

Oh, my, talk about flexible...

But the Ringmaster was The Guy. Tell me *that* wouldn't overcome any curse.

I hate to play with somebody else's equipment.

Follow the bouncing bust!

Hi! I'm blonde. I'm having a moment.

Slowly but surely I'm getting sucked into Harry.

Tom Paris--the other white meat.

Go forth! Get book!

I'm *not* a morning person, and I'm *not* perky.

You know how, at concerts, there's always one loud and obnoxious drunk?

And that was you?

"That's my story, and I'm sticking to it."

I got my quarterstaff in my car, we could knock her around a little.

You want a pillow, Pod?

No, I'm fine.
You want a blanket?
Mmm.
You want a teddy bear?

And if someone wants to join the NatPack who isn't vision impaired, what do you do? Poke out an eye?

She can't stay in Ithaca. She'd be a third wheel.

Tricycles work very well!

And this little piggy went "woo hoo!"