‎All my stupid little thoughts beget stupid little thoughts, rampantly speculating every possible outcome of every possible situation until they're all done to death and none of them could ever be true.

Kim: Hey... There's a guy over there with a samurai sword. Scott: Really? Like a katana or a wakizashi or both?

Okay, this might sound vague, but do you know this one girl with hair like this?

Let's be friends based on mutual hate.

Maybe it's important to open up I people- people who are right there with you, not some thousand miles away in another universe. Or maybe it's something else. Maybe I should just settle for not knowing. Maybe it's just good to know that you're not the only one who doesn't know.

Somehow the pantsless gay man is not bringing the romance, Scott.

These shoes are Mr Silly's shoes, Scott.