She was fen in a box.
Penny said it's not allowed to have sex yet; it's too young.
St. Louis is the only city with a big fucking croquet wicket in the front yard.
All Nat, All Day, All Night
It's a love-in. I love it.
I'll bet you if the sow shells out...
The sleeping place with lots of books.
And yes, the Pooh jar was a child safety cap.
Gravity is here for a reason, guys.
Don't hid it too far away; I know this crowd.
Believe me. Alarm them. They are weirder than you are.
You know, going into the FBI so I could work in the forensic paint lab doesn't sound so bad after meeting some of these people.
I'm in touch with my weirdness, okay?
At approximately 12:15 today, I became an aunt.
As my friend Kurt is very fond of saying, fuck the sun.
For the last several years, I have gone blind on stage.
We were wondering what you lost.
Amy lost her shoe down the sewer.
Pod is a goddess.
Methos died.
I want fluff. That's why I'm watching "Voyager."
Peanut head--the "if Mana wore a ponytail" look.
Have I mentioned that we watch waaaay too much television?
The Ravenettes and the NatPack have the relationship that Nat and Janette should have had. We plot together against the Knighties.
I love it when Jessica asys "There's lots of kissing." [ticking off on fingers:] ....amnesia, dream sequence, dream sequence, treating like prey....
She only gets concussed if she hits solid things.
I'll need my glasses to find my way back from the bathroom.
Don't even begin to try and tell me...shit.
You know you've been watching too much "Forever Knight" when you see "Gilligan's Island" and think, "Well, Ginger's more like Nat, and..."
"You've heard of Mr. Right. Now meet Mr. Bite." And they had this minute-and-a-half string of Nick munching people.
Mulder, your sister melted into a pile of mushy goo. Frogs are falling from the sky... No, I'm not obsessed.
I think half of the TNG episodes I ever saw were "Yesterday's Enterprise."
Wow, he looks like a man on the edge.
So I can go to Faire. When's Faire?
She's got a push-up floppy boobs bodice.
Nick, why is my face all slobbery?
I didn't know. Cats you can leave; dogs you can't.
We were bonding.
Cult of Skinner for the Solitary Practitioner.
We're making a rule, Amy: there must be at least one specific noun in every sentence you utter.
Oh, I love you. But they have a printer.
I'm an actor and a dancer. I have negative personal space. Put your hand through my arm. I don't care.
I don't think he pulled it off.
Excuse me, your armpit is ringing.
He's going to make us all sick, so I'm in here kissing him.
I've yet to decide whether I'm famous or infamous.
I'm fen out of a box now.
That's fine. She has us. She can have the world.
Oh, I think I just hurt something. I was bouncing and something cracked.
Does the banana have bread nuts?
I'm an FK fan; I'm good at spinning from crumbs.
The Arch is cool. You have to see the movie.
The muffins are chocolate chip. You have to eat one so I can hate you.
The quote list has experienced its usual significant growth during the waking-up-Amy process.
Could I have the remote? ...Did you notice me using a noun?
They're using a melon baller on squish.
There are spaceships hanging all over the tree.
Nine pounds and a half ounce...and he went into the litany of ten fingers, ten toes...and does it have a weenie or not? ...No.
I know which way is south. I just can't remember the name of the city.
You suffer through their horridously atrocious German because they're trying.
...that would be good writing...you're right; there's no gun in that box.