August 5, 2007: You give him your underpants, he sings...

HW: Look!
MW: What, your rash or your shoes?
H: Well, both. I was going for rash, but you might as well admire my shoes while you're at it.

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C: I love how it's missing half my head.
TNV: But it's the other normal picture!
C: Other than I'm missing half my head!

T: And I suspect that's A's butt...I can't help it, the rest of the body is out of the picture...

T: If worst comes to worst, I can draw it in. Digitally.
C: Find some clip-art, stick a hat in....
T: Find a hat from Ascot...Find a clip from Prisoner of Azkaban, and stick on that vulture hat Snape was wearing...

T: I can't cross my eyes at will the way you do.
C: It's easy. Just stare at your finger and move it in like this....
T: It makes my eyes hurt.
C: Suffer for the art!

T: K/C is so slender she makes me look fat. Does this K/C make me look fat?
C: Get over your curvaceousness. You are not fat.
T: I'll be able to give birth healthily!

T: Oooops.
C: Oh dear. Are you spilling things?
T: It's a talent of mine. One I try to cultivate.
C: Why?
T: One must be good at something.
C: You don't aim high, do you?

T: Vampires never attack Norwegians.

JL: ...and the dark room.
T: And the red! And the black! And the skeleton on my left breast!
C: Somehow that sounds a little less ominous.
T: 'And the skeleton on my left boob.' That's going on Facebook, isn't it?

T: I'm going to stalk the 'Summer Passion' poster. Unfortunately, it's a very coveted seat.

T: She talks more than me! Which is saying something!
C:Yeah
*T chokes on tea*

C: We decided that her constant comments about sex...
T: Meta-comments about sex...
C: ...were prompted by the 'Summer Passion' poster.
T:...We were not actually talking about sex; we were talking about talking about sex. Now we are talking about talking about talking about sex. And this can go on forever in the magic of recursion, as demonstrated by Noam Chomsky in his 1969 paper....Linguists don't get sex very much.
C: You are such a geek!
T: I have just been spending three hours a day, reading papers on...
C: Sex?
T: No, Chinese relative clauses...

T: Is there a 'Summer Passion' poster outside we can stalk instead?
C: I'm sure it will free up eventually.
T: Aye, but I have commitments at 8pm.
C: It's a quarter after three.
T: ... Make sure to note I said 'aye' instead of yes.
C: Okaaaay...

T: All linguists have seen My Fair Lady. It seems to be one of the qualifications.

C: Chomsky had a weird relationship with syntax, I'm sorry.
T: Chomsky had a weird relationship with certain of his grad students, especially the female ones.

C: And I don't want kids. Kids are whiny. And...ooze.
J: Ooze?
C: That's probably not the right word.
J: I'm having trouble picturing that.

T: Is Tom Jones fair trade?...You give him your underpants, he sings...

T: Do you ever have several songs stuck in your head at the same time?
C: All the time. The attention span thing was never one of my strongest points.

T's Hallmark card: 'So many doors close to you as you age, although other doors open. And we'll always have Paris.'
"Although my experience with Paris was 'Where the heck is that damn train station?!'"