I think we can all agree. SHINEY.

How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we've had?" "I sweat perfume. Like all girls.

No. --Claire Bullshit! Yes, a world of yes. --Eve

What about e-mail? It is e-mail, yes?" Morley asked, leaning even closer. "E-mail is a kind of electronic letter. It travels through the air." He seemed very smug that he knew that. "Well, not exactly, and would you please either BACK OFF or go find a shower?

That's brain tissue. How can you-?" Claire shut her mouth, fast. "Never mind. I don't think I wanna know." "Truly, I think that's best. Please take it." He showed his teeth briefly in a very unsettling grin. "I'm giving you a piece of my mind." "I so wish you hadn't said that.

Oh -- who's the Queen?" "Her, of course. The White Queen. You're just like Alice, you know. Down the rabbit hole with the Mad Hatter.

shane:do we have a choice michael:dont think so shane:then screw im gitting tired lets go get eaten.at least then i can get some sleep