July 19, 2007: Who needs a physical body when you have a poetic blanket?

NR: Oh, kill, no, they totally have the right to kill me. Like chipmunks sometimes eat their own young when they're really hungry. Actually, I'm kind of hungry.
C: The thought of chipmunks eating their own young makes you hungry?
N: And yet I'm still a vegetarian somehow.

N: Yeah, when there's a thunderstorm I go outside with a bar of soap...my neighbours think I'm weird.

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TNV: I had a sudden image of a vanishing bench.

T: He was the one with the pendulum, right?
AS: No, that was another Foucault.
T: You're shattering my world, here! Did Eco lie to me?!

C: She's(T) so obliging. She always repeats what she says.
A: Yeah, no, I wouldn't. I...that wouldn't...
T: That's why I'm a professional transcriber and you're not, my dear.

A: Who needs a physical body when you have a poetic blanket?
C: That's not even close to what you were talking about.
A: No. Oh well. That's how I am.
T: 'That's how I roll.'
A: Keeping it real.

A: You could have come to Subway! I would have been like, 'I hate life, but hi, H!'

A: Someone ate their sub, but tried to return it, get a refund.
T: You would have to vomit on the counter to do that.

T: I immediately noticed your empty hands and I moved to exploit the peon.
A: I prefer to be called a pawn.
T: You're the pawn of a peon.
A: That's too degrading. I'm sorry.
T: It's called 'T has a huge ego. Deal with it.'
H: I don't understand what's going on.
A: Yeah, me neither.

A: Instantaneous groupie: just add water!!

A: I could have been there! I could have yelled "cut" at an inappropriate moment!...I'd feel really cool and randomly vindicated for no apparent reason!
T: You're A. What more reason do you need?

T: Ok, I've only known you(C) to swear about 2 things: gay rights and hockey.

A: This is so momentous. I've never seen a campfire before. (This was actually true. How sad.)

A: I forgot about that.
T: The knife?
A: The apple-burning. That sounds like a cult.
C: No it doesn't.
A: It sounds like my kind of cult.

T: I want photos! I want photos of me! Because there are too few photos of me and my internet lovelife is not taking off!

There is a bench with John A. MacDonald in some airport? and you can sit with his arm around you.
A thinks this is like Ronald McDonald.
They both have red noses (clown, drunk).
Thus, Ronald is based on John A.
Clearly.

T: I searched your purse for the camera when you were gone.
H: That's ok.
A: I took that $100 from your purse. You won't miss it.
H: I think you could have found more incriminating things in there.
T: And I found those naked pictures of you.
H: And I thought I hid those so well!
T: And, really, what were you doing with that hippopotamus?!
C: Really! And I thought my penguin thing was bad!

A: What was that you said? 'Get your leaves out of my fuck'?
H: I didn't really say that. You just thought you heard that.

C: Stop poking your stupid phallic symbol at me.
A: I'm molesting you with a phallic symbol!!
C: And you look so happy about it! I think this requires a picture....ok, molest H with a phallic symbol.

(A's mum's away. Thus, she turns into a gangster.)
T: All that testosterone at whose house?
H&C: At A's.
A: It just fell on my house...
T: Just, like, from a bucket?
A: God said, 'Let there be testosterone....'
H: "It's raining men..."

A: I was about to call you 'Snuggles,' but...
T: Why?
A: Snuggles is my cat. It's white, H's wight...so easy to mix them up...

H: That's so pretty.
A: It is so pretty. What the hell?!
T: "It is so pretty. What the hell?!"
A: It's too pretty. It needs to be mangled.

H: I love your hair.
T: You love A?
A: No, if she said that, I would have to put her in front of a car, and see if she's a witch or not. The modern trial by fire...

Stephane Dion is a were-rapunzel, calling out for H, letting his hair down, late at Parliament....

C: He was ridiculous. I miss him.
A: Yeah, he was insane. And when we were walking together, just the two of us, we would just make up religions...that cheese one..
T: I read about that.
A: ...And the dirty windows, shoot arrows at the sky...
T: What?
C: I don't know why you called that a religion, though. All it was, was, you see a dirty window, you go like this (hand gesture).
A: The clarity of soul the window to the soul
C: Ooooh....
...
C: Funny thing is, he kept telling me he thought he was normal.
A: R?! He's like the most insane person I know, and that's saying something.
T: You know me.
C: You know where sanity is, though. You can participate in it if you want to. He doesn't.

T: You ruined my jeans.
C: ? OH. For a second I thought you meant 'genes' as in 'genetics' and I was very confused...
T: She's altering my DNA! I can never have normal children!
A:...Everytime I brush up against people, I'm secretly injecting them with something, I don't even know what it is it's so awful!

further superpowers:
A: hydrogen (kidding)
H: producing snow (dramatic gesture required)
C: intercepting penguins' telepathic communication
T: feet expand to fit her shoes
smoke follows her