“I don’t usually fondle nipples that came from Steve Jobs.”
“A crocheted banana hammock is not underwear.”
“Season 1, episode 12 of ‘Idiots on a Train.'”
“Given that I gave up writing the plot months ago, the plot is wherever you guys take it.”
“Did you start playing in the 80s? When everything was a module? ‘We can’t play D&D this week; there are no new modules…'”
“Yeah, we’re gonna be Tempest fugitives.”
“No, unfortunately, I fly away from the wheelchair and the wheelchair comes towards me.”
“Let’s sweep the train and shoot anyone that looks like him.”
“You pronounced it wrong. It’s drunk. Drunk.”
“You were so happy to share them last time.”
“Yeah, because I wanted you to turn yourself into something horrible… er.”
“Don’t shake the baby!”
“I think it’s a bit past that now…”
“The only way to get light is apparently to set babies on fire, so I’m taking the bag and I’m leaving the car.”
“Try not to light nay babies on fire in future cars.”
“So, um… is there any way to help dog-sniffer boy search the car?”
“Rarely is killing everyone in the car so futile as it is in this car.”
“Yeah, don’t mix up your horrible death cars, because they’re all different horrible death cars…”
“I’m going to try to be as inconspicuous as possible while sniffing around…”
“Does anybody that’s not here have Phantasm?”
“Yes. Hawver.”
“There’s this thing called indoctrination…”
“I heard ‘syphilis.'”
“I’m going to go with you all heard what you wanted to hear…”
“She and I are looking at crotches, as you do.”
“I’m not really a dodging kind of guy. Because I’m in a wheelchair…”
“One well-aimed shot… so I can potentially botch and turn his head into a canoe…”
“I’m just going to sit here like some sort of horrible battle platform…”
“He’s the greatest bullet sponge of all time.”
“Oh-ma-whore. Isn’t that the capitol of Nebraska?”
“Sorry.”
“No, you’re not.”
“You don’t sound very sorry.”
“I’m just used to things going well…”
“Doesn’t happen.”
“I know. It’s just funnier this way…”