 Hippie: This room reserved for Raymond Burr's sack lunch. |
 E_B_A: *RING!* "Hello... Michael. It's 3 in the- oh yeah. Yeah. I saw Part 6. Well I know it sucked but- Michael, calm down... Michael. Not Jamie Lee. Mich-" |
 Nocturnal_Walker: "Door-to-door flasher, Ma'am." |
 E_B_A: "Sister... we need to talk about your vows..." "Don't bug me right now ya cruddy bastard! My soaps are on, I'm low on Jim Beam, and my son is crying." |
 Brakster: "Flubber wishes happy birthday to..." |
 Artanas: "With this ring, I thee *POP* Ack!" "Now would be a good time to bring up my lepresy no?" |
 HanoverF: When you absolutely positively have to get your porn on the go... |
 E_B_A: "Bub! You're the only one I will ever truly love!" "Nnnnghh..." "You said it, Tiger!" |
 jammer427: "Put the pedal to the metal, Billy! Princess Di is getting away!" |
 E_B_A: "That's right sweetie! They ARE condoms! And they're part of this nutricious breakfast!" "Ick Dad! Condoms and milk!" "That's not milk!" "ICK! ICK ICK ICK ICK!" |
 Gnasche: "We are so lost. This field of corn is like a labyrinth." "My people call it maize." |
 E_B_A: Here we see a rather drunken Orson Wells has confused Neve Campbell for a giant stick of Juicy Fruit. John Lithgow looks on in amusement. |
 soihadtoshoothim: "Oh, I'm afraid the Death Star will be fully operational when your friends arrive." |
 E_B_A: "Death by Epcot Center? That's the dumbest thing I ever-" *RUMBLE* |
 TravisBickle: "Grandma, are you giving Billy his bath." "Yes, dear." "You're not holding his head underwater again, are you?" "It's good for him. Stop squirming dammit..." |
 E_B_A: Rhea Perlman is... about to pleasure Danny Davito. Next slide... |
 Daleman: Now, you go down this road a spell, turn right at the dead cow, left at the lot where the chruch burnt down, right again where the naked lady is chained up. |
 Angel_Noir: "You said there was smoke on it!" "Geez Bob, It's just a song! Literalist bastard!" |
 Psyko: "No, Timmy, you've been a baaaaaaaaaaaad boy. And coal just isn't cutting it any more." |
 Occupant: I'd like you better if you had enormous hooters, Brad. |
 E_B_A: It's never a good sign when you yank the handle and instead of bars or cherries, three black shapes appear and diseased rats pour from the slot machine. |
 Generik: Hey baby! The MALE is here...! ...Get it? The "male"? ...Hey! Anybody home? |
 E_B_A: Up next, Seal Clubbing with Don Lapre: "And you'll discover that with just the right amount of swing, you can make hundreds of dollars on the fur market alone!" |
 Agent_Moldy: This week, on "Reporter Without a Clue": <back> "I will now attempt to get a word from the guy interviewing the celebrity..." |
 quickdraw: Your ankles look kinda swolen there, Ted... I bet that rope around your neck isn't helping any. |
 AgentQ: "Oh, Mr. Belvedere, won't you come back?" "No, I've had far too much of you stuffy rich people. You disgust me. I must return to nature!" *strips* |
 Janx: Kate Moss wanders in front of the camera, ruining the shot. |