HW: This used to be so pretty! But now it's not because it's so old.
C: (muttering) Like S.
H: Like S...that' so mean!
AS: We're making fun of her and she's not even here yet. This evening is off to an excellent start!
A: What's fair about this fight?
C: Fight back with the lip gloss!
H: Your magical lip gloss!
A: Girl power!...*pats trowel* you fought well...bless me. We forged a bond in metal...I forgot what it's like being around you two. I don't say these things at home.
A: I had a slightly strange dream the other night. It actually hinted at something abnormal...there was a vampire. Only it wasn't. It was a man with blood on his mouth and he put it on his steak...
S: I found something for C. Including a fork.
H: I want a fork.
C: I'll stab you with a fork.
S: It's not your fork.
A: I thought I was going to die for a second there. My life flashed through my eyes...what do you say again? Across? Along?
H: (laughs) Down!
A: Down?
H: Look, it's Alfie! No one falls for it but me...
A: I love how you're just sitting there waiting for someone to say something.
S: You've heard of the boy who cried wolf, haven't you?
H: But I'm a girl, so that won't happen.
C: But that will be their loss.
H: Yes, that will be their loss.
S: One day it really will be Alfie.
A: Oh, she'll break through the gender barriers.
A: That's the H dance.
C: That's the H dance. But I don't get the crawling under the table part.
H: (Quoting lyrics) "Get down!"
S: Look at that! It's like a whole leaf!
H: That's what knives are for. And friends!
A: That's what knives and friends are for? To cut up salad?
A: Do you feel special?
C: Yes.
H: 'Cause I sure do.
A: I wasn't talking to you.
H: What's this?
Chorus: Your napkin.
H: Oh....I dropped it.
A: How much beer did you drink?
S: That's what I was going to ask.
C: My jaw hurts from laughing at you.
H: Yeah, well...my eyes hurt from looking at you..
S: Did that miss your mouth?
H: No, there were two. One made it, one didn't.
S: That was the funniest thing I've ever seen.
H: No, A's the funniest thing I've ever seen.
A: Snap!
C: So are we talking about shooting ourselves or dessert?
H: You'd think the Russian one would be with vodka.
A: Spinning...(miscellaneous gestures)
C: And one of them is poison.
H: No, one of them is water. NOooOOoo!
S: That would be true, if it were with the Wicked Witch of the West.
on Jesus and Moses in Hell
H: That's where they met! And he was like, 'I can walk on water!' and he was like 'yeah, well, I can separate water!' and they're like 'we have so much in common!'
A: Beer makes you full.
H: Beer doesn't make you full. Beer makes you stupider.
A: Stupider like a fox!
S: You're going with that one(A) on this?
C: Well, she agrees with me.
S: I don't even have a comparison for that. It's like, I'm going with the chihuahua on this....it's like taking a serial killer's word on morals, or a Catholic priest's!!
A: Apparently this means something really offensive at a Croatian soccer game.
S: Who goes to a Croatian soccer game?
H: Your rings are killing me. Ow.
S: Rings? She only has one.
C: I'm sure they feel like more.
S: They?
C: I'm keeping with the theme of plurality.
A: Morality?!
C: Throw the ring into Mount Doom!
H: C just killed my hand.
A: C kills lots of things. Like people's sense of morality...
H: Dead animals under the floorboards...
A: That's that smell! She tries to disguise it with pretty Sens pictures....(general confusion)...no, you're all like 'oh, pretty Sens pictures!' so you don't notice...
S: Ok, now I get what you were sort of trying to say.
A: You're being so nice to me!
C: It's true though! You...light up my life with your...insanities...hours of hysterical laughter...
A: Aww....I feel there should be an interpretive dance to that.
C: (hysterical laughter) "There should be an interpretive dance:" that is such an A response.
A: It is! And she starts patting herself on the chest....
A: "The hills are alive with the sound of music..." Or, they would be if there were any hills. Slight catch. The hills of my imagination. Slightly problematic.
C: They're imaginary. They can be anything.
A: True. The flesh-eating hills of my imagination are alive...god, that's a horrible mental image. The teeth, the blood...and now for the therapy of me!
Miscellaneous UncollectedC: (muttering) Like S.
H: Like S...that' so mean!
AS: We're making fun of her and she's not even here yet. This evening is off to an excellent start!
A: What's fair about this fight?
C: Fight back with the lip gloss!
H: Your magical lip gloss!
A: Girl power!...*pats trowel* you fought well...bless me. We forged a bond in metal...I forgot what it's like being around you two. I don't say these things at home.
A: I had a slightly strange dream the other night. It actually hinted at something abnormal...there was a vampire. Only it wasn't. It was a man with blood on his mouth and he put it on his steak...
S: I found something for C. Including a fork.
H: I want a fork.
C: I'll stab you with a fork.
S: It's not your fork.
A: I thought I was going to die for a second there. My life flashed through my eyes...what do you say again? Across? Along?
H: (laughs) Down!
A: Down?
H: Look, it's Alfie! No one falls for it but me...
A: I love how you're just sitting there waiting for someone to say something.
S: You've heard of the boy who cried wolf, haven't you?
H: But I'm a girl, so that won't happen.
C: But that will be their loss.
H: Yes, that will be their loss.
S: One day it really will be Alfie.
A: Oh, she'll break through the gender barriers.
A: That's the H dance.
C: That's the H dance. But I don't get the crawling under the table part.
H: (Quoting lyrics) "Get down!"
S: Look at that! It's like a whole leaf!
H: That's what knives are for. And friends!
A: That's what knives and friends are for? To cut up salad?
A: Do you feel special?
C: Yes.
H: 'Cause I sure do.
A: I wasn't talking to you.
H: What's this?
Chorus: Your napkin.
H: Oh....I dropped it.
A: How much beer did you drink?
S: That's what I was going to ask.
C: My jaw hurts from laughing at you.
H: Yeah, well...my eyes hurt from looking at you..
S: Did that miss your mouth?
H: No, there were two. One made it, one didn't.
S: That was the funniest thing I've ever seen.
H: No, A's the funniest thing I've ever seen.
A: Snap!
C: So are we talking about shooting ourselves or dessert?
H: You'd think the Russian one would be with vodka.
A: Spinning...(miscellaneous gestures)
C: And one of them is poison.
H: No, one of them is water. NOooOOoo!
S: That would be true, if it were with the Wicked Witch of the West.
on Jesus and Moses in Hell
H: That's where they met! And he was like, 'I can walk on water!' and he was like 'yeah, well, I can separate water!' and they're like 'we have so much in common!'
A: Beer makes you full.
H: Beer doesn't make you full. Beer makes you stupider.
A: Stupider like a fox!
S: You're going with that one(A) on this?
C: Well, she agrees with me.
S: I don't even have a comparison for that. It's like, I'm going with the chihuahua on this....it's like taking a serial killer's word on morals, or a Catholic priest's!!
A: Apparently this means something really offensive at a Croatian soccer game.
S: Who goes to a Croatian soccer game?
H: Your rings are killing me. Ow.
S: Rings? She only has one.
C: I'm sure they feel like more.
S: They?
C: I'm keeping with the theme of plurality.
A: Morality?!
C: Throw the ring into Mount Doom!
H: C just killed my hand.
A: C kills lots of things. Like people's sense of morality...
H: Dead animals under the floorboards...
A: That's that smell! She tries to disguise it with pretty Sens pictures....(general confusion)...no, you're all like 'oh, pretty Sens pictures!' so you don't notice...
S: Ok, now I get what you were sort of trying to say.
A: You're being so nice to me!
C: It's true though! You...light up my life with your...insanities...hours of hysterical laughter...
A: Aww....I feel there should be an interpretive dance to that.
C: (hysterical laughter) "There should be an interpretive dance:" that is such an A response.
A: It is! And she starts patting herself on the chest....
A: "The hills are alive with the sound of music..." Or, they would be if there were any hills. Slight catch. The hills of my imagination. Slightly problematic.
C: They're imaginary. They can be anything.
A: True. The flesh-eating hills of my imagination are alive...god, that's a horrible mental image. The teeth, the blood...and now for the therapy of me!
MW: I still think she shouldn't have killed Sirius.
H: She didn't kill Sirius! He's coming back!
C: What what what?
H: What what what. what.
C: Did that really need to be a musical interlude?
H: Thank you for calling that music.
EB: P's costume was funny, but no one wants to be the girl dating the giant penis.
H: I always feel like I want to wave at people when I'm in cars. Because there's no follow-up conversation, you're just like 'heeey...' you just be nice. It's not awkward, because you just drive away....
H: I need to wash Cromwell....Nothing I say is what normal people say. You should be used to that by now.
H: If it were in style, I'd put one (a bumper sticker) on my ass.
mum: Oh, creepy scientologist.
C: It's anti-wrinkle cream.
mum: She's a creepy scientologist.
C: She's selling anti-wrinkle cream.
C: For the past three weeks, the only free stall in any public washroom I enter has been the handicapped one. I am wondering if this is a sign.
mum: Who's this?
C: Nirvana.
mum: My god, this is horrible. No wonder he killed himself.
dad: Would you like a beer?
MM: Sure. Would you like an ID?
MM: Maggot is like the tofu of the insect kingdom. Whatever you put on it it tasts like.
E-R: I can see where his toes were. Hey, your dad has four toes.
E-R: I'm just that popular. How can you not like me? Well, maybe because I'm insane...
watching idol:
-He looks like he's having chest pain.
=It's his broken heart.
-If he grabs his arm, we'll know it's a heart attack.
C: Decaf, I'm going to start using that as a swear word.
H: Want more coffee?
C: Sure.
H: You're going to die when you're, like, thirty.
C: We should do a really creepy version of that stalker song with binoculars and Vaseline.
H&M: Vaseline?
C: Just to be extra creepy.
M: I'm glad I wasn't the only one confused by that.
H: Hockey is kind of like polo. Only you have a horse instead of skates...
C: (laughs)
H: Well, you have a stick, and you hit things with it...
C: The only thing I know about bloody Mary is if you say her name thirteen times into a mirror and the lights are off, she'll come and get you...
H: Just 'Mary?'
C: No, you have to have the 'bloody' or it's not creepy.
H: Queen Mary Queen Mary Queen Mary Queen Mary...
C: I learnt this at Hopewell. Otherwise it could just be any Mary. It could be Mary had a little lamb Mary. And then her little lamb would probably come too, because, you know, it does that, and then you'd be in this dark bathroom with this stupid little girl and her stupid little lamb and that just not creepy at all.
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