I seem to be in the category of the walking dead this morning.
You're doing a vague stand.
I have to take off Nick's tight leather pants now.
It's a big feature.
We'll get her a Slayer gift bag.
You're a Goddess and a Slayer.
It's not a learning experience if you don't learn from it.
It's like waving garlic in front of a vampire's face. Wave sugar in front of her face and she screams and starts smoking.
Ow, bruised arm!
Mine is in my purse, my purse is in the room, the room is in the hotel.
'Scuse me, let me inhale here.
You can go back to the hotel and we can leave Amy to follow her sweet tooth.
The NatPack master packers strike again!
You have to come up, we have to fill you with halo thoughts.
If there were a plane parked next to a car, we'd notice.
Oh, my God, my nose is in an alien foot.
She does seem to be mortally challenged.
This is the man-eating elevator.
It's the MediaWest diet tactic--here, stand against this wall! <thwoomph> <shoving motion>
I have a Barbie coffin. Not everyone has a Barbie coffin.
I was a virgin at this, but not anymore. [Boy who had never worked at MediaWest before.]
We forgot about Gericles!
It's just NatPack thought processes.
Jennie needs a back.
Get that evil "y" out of there!
Don't mind her, she hasn't slept since 1985.
I forget you can't do the cow thing.
One should always try strange things when in strange places so one can puke one's guts out in other people's toilets.
Oh, that's the body part ride!
It's treating you like a bean in a box.
You fight like a girl, B'Elanna!
This is obsessive central!
Just tell me when I'm doing it too hard!
How do you spell "eviscerate"?
The replacement fish was better!
Hurt him. Hurt him badly. Jump up and down on his face and call him Steve.
Oh! You've got one of those Boys of St. Vincent accents!
Mo is God.
What the hell's with this Esmerelda Gypsy Festival Tent on the floor?
Y'know, it's nice to be around people you can stand.
I have too many Touched things going on.
I'm a quote predator, I can't help it.
Ann can't spell Death to save her ass.
We don't need no dueling banjos, we have dueling sign language.
The National Weather Service should give GT warnings.
Ok, I am not saying anything more until she is gone!
Last time I touched it was in a bathroom in Detroit?
I don't think it's much of a come on if you say, "The other guys let me rub their feet."
Did you want some carmel on your fries?
Amy, you have vanquished the cheese. You have won the field of Gouda.
No cheese mounting.
St. Amy and the cheese.
I have a piece of the one, true pick.
I'll be driving, so she won't really need oxygen to her brain.
Everyone made me laugh, and now they're accusing the food.
Mushroom is better than the bug alternative.
My milk is evil, my sundae is evil. I am being stalked by the evil ones!
I don't think I can eat any more of it, but I can smell it!
Give me all your zines!
Susan, watch this one, she's working on hold-up lines.
As if it had suddenly struck her that you had struck her.
She gave me sixty dollars, which is probably enough for three nights.
They're not just like the NatPack, because they didn't stop just before they ate that guy and asked, "Do you have MSG?"
Don't add me to the quote list.
If I'd moved my hand, Buzz Lightyear would've been bathed in blood.
Don't worry, it's a quotelist free zone.
So of course we took off our clothes!
Set the gerbil free!
Natalie has a crease in her forehead now.
Natalie would not be a good Klingon.
I'm driving. These things happen.
We've given them a good NatPack gift--it'll probably explode at some point.
I think that just because it's there and waiting to be screwed, it should be screwed.
There is a point at which you need to stuff it all in at the top.
Then you get to carry Marmalade Boy down to the car.
The people who enjoy it are the ones who really should be doing it anyhow.
Amy will compulsively clean it for you now.
There are times when I kind of think I should sell tickets to her.
Help! I'm a NatPacker and I'm lost!
I only bite the people I like.
You only love me for my chocolate.
Look! It's the mole people!
Prozac for Vulcans.
It's a 24th century blow-up doll.
They should have a Vulcan Barbie!
Caution: falling styrofoam.
That Vulcan's loaded!
It's a Tom/Neelix video!
Reverse the polarity of the neutron flow. That always works.
Oh, you're Natalie's.
He's Jello! But that's ok, because there's always room for Paris.
Doesn't mean we have to let the rules of grammar go to hell, Tom!
I call it straight slash!
Kinda hard to hum and giggle at the same time, innit?
I look almost three-dimensional?
He looks really good on you.
You're remarkably fluffy today.
It's a NatPack tendency--just mention corpses whenever possible.
And if they go to the mess hall, Neelix will make them eat.
Adorable on command. I like that.
She's using her teeth. Worry.
Your ears are naked! Your ears are naked!
Self-flagellation is our fan fiction friend.
Johnny Cage is my whipping boy.
Kiss the dog-sitter goodbye, Janeway.
They're all conspiring--it's the "Let's Get Katie to Eat and Sleep" club.
She went into exile color-coordinated.
Thou shalt always wear shoes that match thy dress.
Bad Tuvok! Bad Tuvok! Where's that rolled-up newspaper?
I had the most wonderful dreams last night and it's all your fault!
We'll see you all later, we're doing Shakespeare now.
She knows secret programmer things.
The people went snap-crackle-pop so well!
I haven't had my HaloBoy fix yet!
She's patting my leg; I'm the dog here.
Andrew unbuttoned!
Oh, he needs a clue 2x4 there!
Ok, let's not swing the bride into oncoming traffic!
Don't you love how this masculine, hulking thing possesses Kes and immediately jumps into spike heels?
You know, I wonder how dark peanut butter is with chocolate?
Oh, he's cute and blond, Ill take him!
All the Canadian people not here, please speak up!
That was traumatic, let's see what else we can do.
I stepped on your thingie.
Fuck this camera!
Oh, roughage, roughage! I thought you said Buffage!
You don't accidentally have a child with a Klingon!
What have I eaten today that isn't chocolate?
They've been known to bite me.
It's been great meeting you.
When is Tuvok's Pon Farr going to explode?
Ok, Thin Mints, grape juice. Were talking sacrament here.
Thank you for letting me feel up your Starfleet uniform.
I want something warm without much substance in it.
That's the biggest one I've seen!
We woke you up to put you to sleep.
B'Elanna invents a remote for the Doctor.
You're cannon fodder here, Harry!
Why did these aliens stack the Borg bodies?
I've got to talk about UNIX now!
Time limits? Those are so fucking annoying!
My other plan for this year includes stalking John.
We need to get Mei's permission to damage Tom.
Susan is Tuvok.
It's a security danish.
Can I have an itty bitty baby orange juice?
Is there only one phone line in this place?
And the field was non-mechanic, which meant it was full of snakes.
We've got plenty of exacto knives, we need to get one and start whittling Nick down.
Can we slash the Bible?
Does this alien not say, "Love me, love me, love me"?
A little hussy in a LaCroix hood.
I've already gone down enough tonight.
Natalie lost her shoe during Barbie Lesbian Theater.
No dip on drugs.
Ooh, get out the vibrator.
They have Mr. Potatohead vibrators.
She seems to prefer the infrared one.
Is this one of those hemispherical things?
Haloboy is good for my posture.
Stop her before she non-sequiturs again.
I love Lynn--she spends the night and then leaves money under my mouse!
I want to go to McDonald's and get something meat-like.
Luke was easy, huh?
We're all nuts in unison.