820 - Space Mutiny
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Riffs you quote here will appear randomly in the above.
Servo: "Your attempt to get little Susie What's-Her-Name drunk on lime vodka ended in humiliating rejection, so you sit there all mushy and sentimental, reciting to yourself the words to some song by Night Ranger. You're pathetic." Crow: "Maybe one homely girl feels sorry for you for a second, but then she sees how stinking drunk you are and gets disgusted." Servo: "And maybe the first-chair trombone player from the high school band comes by, you know, and he takes pity on you, tries to drive you home, you know, but, no-ooo, Mike, you wanna swerve home in your cherried-out Dodge Charger." Crow: "Yeah, an' you wind up wrestling for your keys with the guy and finally he drops you with one punch and he leaves and you lie there knowing you got your butt kicked by the leader of the High School band!" Servo: "You're pathetic." Crow: "You and your 80's!"
"Grab these idiots, take them down to refrigeration, and put 'em on ice." But we're all idiots, sir.
Did they just hit a poodle?
You're getting a lump of coal in your stocking.
That's DOCTOR I had no other choice!
*in fake Aussie accent* She's got an armadillo down 'er trousers!
"Fetch me my warrior mu'muu'u."
*door opens* "Rawhide."
*door closes* "RAWHIDE!"
"Damn Swedish ergonomic chairs! How do you sit in these...."
"We now switch live to Spencer Gifts!"
"Special effects by Industrial Light and Morons."
*on screen: Written by Maria Dante'*
"Well, there's gonna be seven levels of Hell in this movie, too..."
"Did you see my butt?"
"Jeez, you could walk on your HANDS and catch up to the guy!"
"Cajun pan-blackened Kalgan."
*effeminate* "Oh, we're going to the deepfreeze, I must thay."
"...They married, and had a healthy 8 1/2 pound pork roast!"
"They probably shouldn't have set their phasers to 'miss'."
'Commander...Captain...'scuse me, I have to file my report!'
"Coach will totally ream me if I don't file my report."
"You've got mail!"
"Chair." "And ram it."
"Okay, look alive, everybody--oh, sorry, Susan."
"Sting, Debbie Renyolds, and God!"
CRUNCH BUTTSTEAK! Slab Squatthrust!
"Put the top up! PUT THE TOP UP!!"
Mace Bacon! (oh wait....he's one of the guys who worked on the film...)
THAT'S for not knowing anything about ancient dentistry!
So, in the future there's absolutely no shame.