And I'm a huge fan of the way you lose control and turn into an enormous green rage monster. Someone else's loss is my chocolatey goodness. Yeah, it was sexy the way she touched me real hard with her fists. I brought you some supper but if you'd prefer a lecture, I've a few very catchy ones prepped: sin and hellfire, one has lepers. But I haven't spent any money! I was all... dead and frugal. So, are we gonna sing army songs or something?

You are talking crazy-person talk. Put your words in word places please. You'd best make peace with your dear and fluffy Lord. A whole mess of sparrows turning on a dime, salmon trucking upstream. We live in a space ship, dear. Well, I'm sure I'm in serious need of some moral spankitude, but guess who's not qualified to be my Rabbi? Magic's all balderdash and chicanery.

We're gonna explode? I don't wanna explode. Everybody started singing and dancing. She came from the grave much graver. It was the pioneer days; people had to make their own interrogation rooms. Out of cornmeal. It eats you, starting with your bottom. I am never gonna see a merman, ever.

Welcome to the future, where cars fly, robots serve our every whim, and genetically engineered dinosaurs rule the Earth. Well, I haven't been to a hell dimension just of late, but I do know a thing or two about torment. Love keeps her in the air when she ought to fall down.

Ah, the pitter patter of tiny feet in huge combat boots. If every vampire who said he was at the crucifixion actually was there, it would've been like Woodstock.

The only thing Willow was ever good for, the only thing I ever had going for me were those moments, just moments, where Tara would look at me and I was wonderful. Spike! It's Spike. And he's wearing a coat. From beneath you, it devours.

You haven't seen my drawer of inappropriate starches? Y'all see the man hanging out of the spaceship with the really big gun? All monkeys are French. You didn't know that? No, they're something nightmares are from. No, Angel, it's not you. You're gonna die screaming but you won't be heard.

A vampire in love with a Slayer. It's rather poetic, in a maudlin sort of way. Well, I'm sure I'm in serious need of some moral spankitude, but guess who's not qualified to be my Rabbi?

Apocalypse, we've all been there; the same old trips, why should we care? Anyway, he seemed to be having a kind of man-reaction. They are come to the killing floor. So I skipped intro to evil or whatever, but how is it that I get an F, when this guy that we're reading, Chauncey, can't even spell? You're the one freaky thing in my freaky world that still makes sense to me. I recognize the council has made a decision, but given that it's a stupid-ass decision, I've elected to ignore it.

Every single person down there is ignoring your pain because they're too busy with their own. We'll have to call it early quantum state phenomenon. Only way to fit 5000 species of mammal on the same boat. You are talking crazy-person talk. Put your words in word places please. I recognize the council has made a decision, but given that it's a stupid-ass decision, I've elected to ignore it.