March 28, 2009: The objectification of utensils

C: Stupidity should be painful.
H: Like Pinocchio...everytime he told a lie his nose grew; evertytime you say something stupid, your...ears...grow?
A: Your nose grew...god, George Bush would be like all nose.

A: The guy was like ‘the women...and the door to civilisation’...and we’re all dying...‘and the raging horses’ and what are you on guy? At one point he stopped and looked at us and was like “Should I go on?” & we’re like “yeah, yeah....”

A: And there was this picture of a spoon and this guy tried to interpret it...and we started talking about utensil porn and the objectification of utensils...

A: See, I got nothing out of Merchant of Venice and Romeo & Juliet but hatred. But then we did Macbeth and I realised how disgustingly good Shakespeare is.

S: See, I liked King Lear, but Goneril??
A&C: Gonorrhoea?
S: Yeah...

A: I’ve been abused of this notion a long time ago...
C: Disabused.
S: C***’s correcting your grammar under her breath.
A: You realise I don’t really pay attention to what about I said...wait, that wasn’t good either...

H: I was going to say I wonder if Hansel & Gretel is a statement about how cremation...
C: No, I don’t think the fact that she eats them is a statement against cremation.
A: I’m glad you said what you said, because I was going to say “ashes burn.” Of course I didn’t have to say what I was going to say. Just keep digging myself a hole.
S: And yet she keeps talking...

A: I like my mug.
C: Yes, but did you really have to sing about it?
S: You should see what she does with it in private....I only meant she sings to it. It’s your minds that went there.

H: Or Peter. Maybe I stole your powers. I’m Sylar...
S: You’d have to be Peter because she didn’t take your brain out and play with it.
C: Are you sure? Because that would explain enough.
A: Maybe that’s why my (seets?) are red, the blood’s on them
S: You’d have to be Claire to bounce back form that.
A: Hey I heal from ...I always bounce back from my injuries with pride. People make fun of me and I bounce back.

A: I feel marginalised. I feel discriminated against.
H: You feel othered.
A: I feel othered, yes; I must say that.

A: What was I supposed to do with that?
C: Decorate your face with it.
H: Figuratively.
C: No, literally.
A: No, I thought literally and then I was like how do I do this figuratively and then I said...you see how my interview went...

S: They came up with a slogan: “It takes a licking and keeps on ticking.”
C: That’s offensive.
S: Why is that offensive?
C: It offends my sense of...
A: It offends people who don’t have tongues!

S: Yeah, we always have this discussion around exams, that one of us dies and the others get out of exams.
C: I assume you’re the one who dies.
A: No...yeah....maybe...
H: I’ve never had this discussion, so I think it’s me.
A: Yeah, I think it’s me – I’ve taken on for the team a few times.
S: I’m sure I’ve asked you to put me out of my misery a few times.

A: I can tap her to death! Or maybe I can use the pointy end...

A: All the ipod can do is threaten me with threatening songs. Like, I turn it on and it goes “I want to kill you...” & I’m like “I didn’t download this song; what the hell?!”

A: I think I can.
H: You’re like the train: “I think I can I think I can.”
S: You know you can’t, you know you can’t.
C: You wish you could, you wish you could.
A: Maybe in some other universe?
S: Again, you know you can’t.

C: So what are our exciting plans for the evening?
S: God knows.
H: Does he?
S: Yes.
H: So ask him then.
S: He’s screaming.
A: You guys lost me there.
S: H*** said...
A: Oh, God! I thought you said “plants.” With the screaming....

A: And delicious.
S: For a second it sounded like you said something about a horse.
C: Yeah, it sounded like “Undah da hoss.”
S: Yeah, that’s exactly it.
A: Sometime in the German military “undah dah hoss!” like, German military term in the First World War when they still had horses in the military, before they figured out it wouldn’t work with trench warfare and all that...
H: So much thought...

A: Cake away! It could be a cake superhero! He’d be like, “Cake away!”
H: Keep talking. She’ll keep writing.
A: I’m being stubborn now. I’m not talking. Unnaturally silent...and I’m talking...

A: Cake of the future! Now I could really beat? that whole superhero....we can have a staring match.
S: I think C** would win.
A: No, I mean the cake.
S: I think it would win.
A: Yeah, it could. It doesn’t have eyes.
S: That’s what you think.

H: You’re a complete idiot....that was a bit rude
A: Oh, it’s a bit rude now? Like five minutes ago you’re like “fuck off, bitch!” – now’ you’re like “you’re an idiot.”

C: Especially the gooey part.
A: Oooey gooey.
H: That could be a song.
A: For my superhero! Gooey gooey....worst superhero ever. You’re like “gooey gooey” instead of “I’m going to fuck you up, bitch!” and then going, like, “gooey gooey.”
S: Eeeee!
A: Eeeee, yeah, when he flies. And everyone would want to eat you...
S: ...It could use fruitcake as weapons.
A: Yeah, he has like a Santa bag on his back full of fruitcake.
H: Is he missing limbs because people have eaten them?.....does he have a candle on his head?
C: What?
H: Because, he’s a cake, like...
C: Oh. ok.
A: Took a while. Yeah, that’s ok. I accept your input.

A: Aaaaah. AAAAAAH. Like a wounded dinosaur!
S: Like a wounded dinosaur.
A: You know, like growling aaaaaaaHHH.
H: You’re impressively weird this week.
A: I am impressively weird. And I’m not even trying.

H: Whose turn is it?
C: It’s A***’s. But she’s being annoying.
A: Hey, she’s the one who’s proposing to me.
S: This isn’t the Chinese restaurant.
A: Hey, it’s Canada – it could happen.

A: It’s a sign.
C: We’ve called up spirits.
A: It’s a séance. We’re in a Monopoly séance.
C: That is so lame.
A: The spirit of old capitalism...I think that it’d be scary. Adam Smith coming at you....

S: I love how she knows what a dinosaur sounds like.
A: A wounded dinosaur. With the flu, like my prof.

H: On it’s bottom. On its buttocks.
C: The CN tower doesn’t have buttocks.

A: ... and then I was like ‘oh, wait, I’m not a terrible person.’
C: Yes you are. You were corrupted by Monopoly money; how sad is that?
A: I know. I became corrupt and capitalist...

E: It said “you are such a sexy senorita” only he put (sp) because he wasn’t sure how to spell it.

E: We go every Thursday, and they’re so cute. Well, some of them stare at you and wish you were dead.