 Angel_Noir: Taking a cue from his therapist, Bob decided to "lighten up" and whitled his "People to Kill" list until it fit on a Post-It. |
 E_B_A: "Well, your sonogram shows the baby is just fine, but about those lead pipes you've been ingesting..." |
 Occupant: Mood lighting, make-out music... what are you trying to accomplish here, Phil? |
 E_B_A: It's Bigfoot hosting "This Old House!" "Pipes in this room bad! Me use three quarter inch magic talisman..." |
 Purrisa: "*Slurp* *Slurp* *Gag!* What's all this ammonia doing in a bat cave?" |
 E_B_A: "Lead me to love plum fairy..." "This way." "To the ice machine? Well, whatever. I'm a desperate man." |
 Artanas: Artanas winks |
 E_B_A: Meet Chad, the avid ice sculpter who experimented with many forms of ice clothing. Today he tries out those solid ice jokey shorts. |
 TravisBickle: "Open the pod bay doors, Holly." "I'm sorry mommy, I'm afraid I can't do that." |
 Occupant: Domino's cartop signs promoting hand tossed crust left a lot to be desired. |
 HanoverF: For the rest of the long car trip neither of them mentioned his obvious lack of skill at checking the oil. |
 TravisBickle: "Hello, Mr. Keebler... remember me?" "You? B-but that car bomb should have killed you." "Oh no, time to die. Pepperidge Farm remembers." |
 Mr13: "Targets is fun, but I bet it would be funner shooting in a bell tower with moving targets." |
 E_B_A: Strangely enough, when the creatures from "War of the Worlds" invaded again, they found that "I Love Lucy" was far more potent than any death ray. |
 HanoverF: After makeing Bob chase him for ten blocks, he finally turns around and gives him back his asthma inhaler |