 Hippie: A secret code on Mortal Kombat allows you to play dueling Mrs. Doubtfires! |
 Jazzsoda: "Cousin Balki is back and he's a bad ass assasin this fall in 'Killing Perfect Strangers!'" |
 E_B_A: "We've got a little something to tell you guys... don't eat the brown hotdogs... anyway... GO TEAM! GO! FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!" |
 Occupant: Once they're dead, you can do anything you want with them. Seig heil! Seig heil! See? They don't complain or anything! |
 E_B_A: "Geez... why won't the boys ever invite me when they go out to beat up on minorities?" |
 JoeCrow: Well that oughta' teach Little Billy to make snow angels in the driveway |
 E_B_A: "Pull!" *BLAM!* "Pull!" *BLAM!* "Delicious!" How Charlton Heston eats a Reese's. |
 JediClone: This remake of "Total Recall" sure is cheap. Look at the three-breasted hooker! |
 E_B_A: "I tell you, had to be some sick ballerina mice to lynch all these Nutcrackers!" "Sweet!" "Very funny..." |
 E_B_A: Chad, not content to have photos of his family on his desk, cloned them all and had the resulting offspring genetically shrunk and then stuffed and mounted. |
 Jazzsoda: My God! I think his armpit hair's formed a union! OR "Nope! No midget sex in here! Go away!" |
 E_B_A: "Dad! That's my Huffy dirtbike!" "I need it for the road son... the blacktop beckons." "Dad! It's a DIRTBIKE! Come back here!" "Take care of my woman... VROOM!" |
 Evening: HOLES, I LOVE HOLES... ahhhhhAHAHAHAHAHA! |
 E_B_A: "I don't think my attorney is right... I don't really need counseling... do I, Mr. Fist of Satan?" *SQUEAKY VOICE* "No sir!" "Righto! Off to the titty bar..." |
 quickdraw: We never could figure out why using turtles to deliver pizza never caught on. |