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Don't sing Elvis into the Tickle-stick. --Scott
 

Don't sing Elvis into the Fencing sword; Jesus Christ. --Scott
 

Chris, don't sing Elvis into my nuts. --Scott
 

Chip, don't sing Elvis into the yellow phallic thing. --Josh
 

Don't sing Elvis into the digeridoo. --Chris F.
 

Wow, is this real crystal? (crash!) --Josh
 

That’s a whole lotta not-good things wrapped up into one not-good basket. --Josh, after final thirteen hours of Spike (derf)
 

I imagine there’s something baseball-sized back there, yelling about film theory --Josh
 

Was that Methuselah, or Craig Williamson? --Josh
 

In the Iliad and the Ecstasy... --Josh, Classics Boffo
 

Get that face off your face. --Josh
 

Everytime... I say... (pound) no one around me (pound) has gotten the least bit of (pound) strangeness from the fact that I’m (pound) crushing all the Jesus-fish in the Lucky Charms. --Josh
 

(action of sipping maté) It’s all okay. --Josh
 

A well-placed ass improves any conversation. --Josh
 

I actually wasn’t there. I was refracted by a big prism somewhere in Nebraska. That’s why I was upside-down. --Josh
 

You don’t say... my second moment seems to have drifted away... --Josh, leaning
 

To know Chip’s mom is to do Chip’s mom... --Josh
 

You guys are the gods of wine and revelry... fill my room. --Chip Revelry, we can do... it’s a small room. --Josh
 

Josh: I just retain bullshit. ...Wayne: You retain bullshit like a compost heap.
 

Josh: Well, Liz drinks with the devil. It makes sense that Heather would play bridge with God. You can hardly drink with God. ...Samira: More to the point, you can’t drink with Heather.
 

Yes, but I assume that you abuse your underwear, Wayne. --Josh
 

Josh: I don’t know "Passion." ...Alastair: You shall know passion NOW!
 

Josh: Jesus, you’re Martha Stewart on acid. --to Samira
 

The snake is mightier than the spoon ! --Josh
 

I die, like Edward II! --Alastair
 

Oh, please, don't die like Edward II! --Alecia
 

I'm still working on the virgin problem. --Alecia
 

I don't know. "Bondlywog" sounds like the past tense of "Bondlywag", but we could explain it to people. --Chaos
 

It's more than copping a feel. You could probably steal underwear on your way by. --Samira
 

To which was responded: Damn, I've *got* to do more folkdance! --Rat
 

There's stickiness on the floor here. --Chris Fanjul
 

Taste it. If it's cherry, it's Scott. --Chris C.
 

When I want to come on to people, I just put on the cat mask and parade around campus --Annie
 

I need to work on being more intimidating. You can't be intimidating if you're not flat-chested. There's something intrinsically un-intimidating about breasts. --Heather.
 

I'm sorry. I have *not* found redemption in Craig Williamson's nuts. --Chip
 

Well, Liz drinks with the devil. It makes sense that Heather would play bridge with God. You can hardly drink with God. --Josh ...More to the point, you can't drink with Heather. --Samira (proved untrue by strict empirical testing 12/5/98)
 

Happiness doesn't grow on trees. It comes in the form of a small shrub. --Fanjul (hopefully referring to Mate)
 

You're supposed to be nuzzling your crotch against the object of affection. --Chris, pooch-boy
 

Don't *make* me use this symbolically! --Scott, holding up a suggestive ice cream
 

Chris, don't make out with the dog. --Chuck
 

God dammit! Couple already, why dontcha! --Rat
 

...Self-adhesive chickens... --Pseudo-dionysus, the areopagite
 

I learned to play the flute with salmon down my pants. --Josh
 

The hand of God is not a sock puppet. --Josh
 

... then maybe a woman as a digestif. --Josh
 

It’s tough to hear in my room too... I have to stand in my closet and be quiet. --Scott
 

It *does* look like the eagle is shitting your sanity... --Jess H.
 

...Kaski... You're not going to be chewing on willy. --Cutler
 

I found a virgin --Alecia ...How big is it? --Chuck ...Fifteen inches. --Alecia
 

Greetings, good apothecary, would you give me thpthpthpthpthp of mummy-juice, and then I shall bleed my self with a spoon. --Alastair (who else?)
 

And that, nerd-boy, is why Spike calls us "Josh's weird friends." --Samira, to Chip
 

There's something sacriligeous about thrusting in McCabe. --Heather
 

Megan: What were medieval condoms? ...Heather (looking over from another conversation): They used half a lemon. (And the scary thing is, she's right)
 

Catherine: I know even less about passion than I do about assassins.
 

Fuck Nebraska. They're Nebraska! Fuck them! --Chuck, logician
 

Alright, I'm afraid... but it's an irrational fear. --Dana Sculley ...So's your mom. --Fox Mulder
 

You know why dogs lick themselves? Because they can. --Chuck
 

You mean you *can't*? --Cathy
 

I don't know about virgins, but I *can* get you crucifixes. --Alecia
 

Is there a material world or not, on the next Geraldo. --Chip
 

I'm having a hard time conceiving of Liquid Rabbit --Xanthi
 

I don't want to see your tickle-stick moves. --Chris Fanjul
 

Bite me, Nerd-boy. The what-the-fuck flag has gone to plaid. So, dude, pass the J-D. Fuck. --Alastair, in summation
 

Oh, look, it's a Jew-- let's inquisit it! --Kyla, on the Venetian Inquisition
 

See, when I get aggressive, I do Latin. --Alastair ... (Vidisne; cum violesco, linguam latinam studio...)
 

I think it's better if it's "Craig Williamson's Redemptive Left Nut" --Chip
 

What time is it? --Scott, meekly ...TIME FOR ALL DOGS TO DIE, DON'T YOU FEEL SICK?! --Cathy, earning a great big WTF
 

I was actually fairly impressed with my mouth on that one. --Scott
 

If women tasted like Marmite, I'd be interested... in the limited sense. --Alastair
 

Samira (to Alastair): Your new-found inches are useful.
 

Damn, I'm a woman! --Terry Harvey
 

Just what I want. A dysfunctional gay husband. Geez! --Samira
 

I'd rather be alone in Hell than with you in Heaven. --Chuck, to Chris (F)
 

If they start construction in the morning, I'm going to jump out of bed, grab my mighty sword Virginia, fly down and cut the dump truck in two. While showing cleavage. --Kira
 

We wear harnesses around our middles to prop up our mammary glands. How dumb is that? --Kyla