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"Please, gather around Rolf, everybody, as I cannot contain the Christmas mirth crawling up my backhair." -Rolf
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"I am Poop Dog, the Gangsta Spectre of Defeat!" -Poop Dog
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"Well done, children. Your parents will receive phonecalls instructing them to love you less." -Ms. Bitters
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Video Store guy: "Return that movie!"
Gir: "You got any o' them taquitoes?" |
Computer: "I do not know what the FBI is."
Zim: "Well, guess!" Computer: "Okay... The FBI was founded in 1492, uh... by demons." |
"Once, there was an ugly barnacle. It was so ugly that everybody died. The End." -Patrick
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"Hey, that thing you were right about... it's gonna eat us!" -Dib
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Mad Scientist: "Gentlemen, meet my beautiful girlfriend."
Associate: "I think that's a giant spider." Scientist: "I think you're right. It's a trick! Run!!" |
"Look, I need candy. Are you gonna gimme some or are you gonna lose some teeth?" -Meatwad
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Zorak: "How'd it go?"
Space Ghost: "Smooth as ice. I had to punch Pat in the jaw a couple of times, but other than that, I think we built a solid wall of groove." |
Space Ghost: "Are you okay, granddad?"
Granddad: "That monkey hit me with a folding chair." |
"...And I contend that those tourists were decapitated before they entered Krustyland's House Of Knives." -Krusty
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"Strange, squirrely behavior... secret handshakes... They must be goin' ta meet Danish chicks!" -Bravo
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"Have a good day, rotten-to-the-core cherished one." -Ed
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Badminton chick: "Johnny, I have a proposition for you."
Bravo: "How about this one: you, me, a box of noodles, and a Pauly Shore video." |
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