QOTDs:
Byrne: The Waaater is Niiiiiight... I can't see throooough iiiit... it has the eeeeeeyes... of a hooooorse....

Gavin: It's a MAN!

Thomas: Hey, remember when I threatened to deflower your firstborn?

James: Attention span of... of... of a thing without an attention span.

Eruc: I laaaarvooooo.
Me: You larvoo? Is that a new verb that means you're a larvae?
Eruc: I love you.
Me: Aww, I'm touched.
Eruc: It wasn't me, I swear it! I was going to touch you but you looked.

"Forever weird, smile, okay? Smile dying... sure should mean it..."

Thomas: "A pound of pluck is worth a ton of luck." When you fuck. In bed.
Me (thirty seconds later): Hard.