Oh. I'm touching internal organs. Oh. Oh. Oh. This is so not good.
You could sleep through thermo-nuclear detonation. I could pick your pocket while you sleep.
I have a little whip...but it's nowhere near as fun as that one.
Let me out of bondage! I have to use the potty!
Ah, that's whatsherface. What is her face?
I was just looking at somebody hovering over me...no expectations. That's the story of my life, actually.
He must be upset--he's not so well-dressed.
Depression is no excuse for a bad hair day.
The dog's here! ...Oh, and Jill, too.
We're the acronym babes.
There's only so much one single, non-dating woman can take!
...As Jill "vogues" to Kermit...
Aw, bummer! It's "mostly cloudy" in Vienna.
My God--red! I'm surrounded by red!
It's a NatPack thing--I can make all the fun of it I want.
Amy's like the walking dead right now.
My brain just stopped. I was speaking, and it just stopped.
Oooh! Drugs that aren't mine!
Push, push, push, gather, pull.
Oh, Pod is chirping.
Feed it to Skip! [ed. note: not to be confused with Skippy]
That would be your wife. Why are you manhandling her?
"Wall of Sound." Also known as Cleo Rocks, Part Deux.
I cannot wrap my mind around that one; my brain will not bend that far.
I'm just a potty person.
They are awake. They are evil.
We can go in waves--like an invasion.
Why do I get the feeling this is going to be sweet and adorable and involve animals with no pants?
I need coordination. Anybody got some?
I'm just gonna have to go on the RenFaire circuit. Chuck the chemistry.
Let's get good seats for the joust so we can really yell at the knights.
Apple dumpling. It was just a matter of "when," not "if."
We've come up with many quotes, but none of them do I remember.
Nobody stuck a candle in you yet?
How do you feel about green Play-Doh penises?
One small, frustrated bird.
There's a man who's sure of his aim...or at least that of his bird...
Follow the bouncing indulgence!
I'll be in the store next door. There's nothing there I want to buy, so I should be safe.
Oh, Pod-honey!
Honey, if I had the chance I'd be adulterating all the time.
If she writes about Methos, both of us will be writing back at her.
Skinner will not be the one the dead prostitute belongs to. This makes sense.
That would be Methos. But, then, everything's Methos.
Normally I would not be saying this, but can I have Arnold Schwartzenegger, please?
She's just fen waiting to happen.
She had two breasts, I did not.
There is no bonking among NatPackers.
Can I give you money for sugar for me?
Bugger! I wonder where my bra is...
Maureen, we love you, but you ain't Scott.
Don't worry, we'll be back for the disrobing.
She had nothing to do with it! That's from my own twisted subconscious!
"...sheen of sweat..."
Save me, NatMare, save me!
I almost stepped on Missy's head...that would be bad.
Two words: turkey baster.
Someone with an audio feed would get real concerned about these conversations.
Well, you know what they say about men with big toupees...
I wanna go out and learn flamenco--right now!
Has anyone seen my never mind?
My father has vinyl!
Ooh! Ooh! I found my bra!
It could have unforeseeable side effects. It could lead to further rewinding.
Plague...satan...or spontaneous combustion?
The vocal, loud lusting after whomever...
Oh, baby, baby, give me your chi!
Don't fuck with Kermit! Well...
I thought he looked kind of studly, in a perverted sort of way.
She's still breathing--it's not working!
Amy's on my bed. She sucks!
I got blank videotapes...and rained on.
It's too early. Why am I up?
Gee, this is just like a con, except I don't have to drive home afterwards.
Look, it's not gonna hurt you, sweetheart, it's battery-powered.
Betsy, I'm moving in. I can't see.
Amy, don't sign at me.
It's like carbon dating, only--different.
That's why I said it--I wanted to see the look on Jill's face.
New Mexico has no coastline.
My life would be so different if I had her hair.
Can't you tell? Can't you hear the sign language?
I just so don't remember last night.
Most fake alternate realities don't exist.
Ah. Now you have a chew toy.
That is such a fannishly scary thing to do.
I love Iolaus. He's compact and his eyes are twinkly.
Does anybody mind if we watch a really cute scene just because I'm obsessed?
My angel's already tarnishing...I'm really pleased with that.
"This old man, he played one..."
Wait...I have to stop speaking in Japanese.
Half the time he's James Bond, the other half he's Dan Fielding.
Are we drive-thru-ing?
This is the Forever Knight Faction Theme Song.
Oh. It's right here in front of my fucking face.
Were there ever barbeques on the following shows?
I'd like to know who has been inside my pants needing directions. Because I was not there, dammit!
I guess that would be the reason why anyone actually lives in Gary--for the view: two times a day it's fucking beautiful.