You know, the post inventory catch-up!

Can you, not in a perverted way, like seriously pull my finger?

Monter (how she thinks a computer moniter should be spelled)

Dude, don't you guys jump on me like a tailfeather.

Pandora knows me like a paper plate.

If I ever come in with baggy pants don't squeeze my leg. (Implying that she might have a catheter.)

What happens if you call and no one answers and you accidently called Russia?

I was really tossed up...in the air...like an acrobat...gnome.

I wasn't made from God. I was made from sperm and egg. And sperm goes junk and egg goes funk. (this was all after someone said "god don't make no junk")

He can't keep his cycles right. We have to get him on the pill.

What is that pill that I take that they don't manufacture anymore?

I have epilepsy when it comes to movies. I don't know. I'm not a doctor.

They are under the catergory of insane.

Someone hacked my computer. Someone's trying to steal my World of Warcraft account. (this was what she thought was happening when we were using a remote keyboard to mess with her on April Fool's)

She's talking to Lance Armstrong. Some people call him Neil. (Jack was yelling and Heather thought she was talking to outer space)

They should call us diddly and doowop.

Bungalow Soldier

I've never been an Einstein in pronunciation.

Just spittin the truf. You can't handle it, go to the crazy farm.

I'm like a freakin truf turntable over here.