When you win the chase.

It’s strictly an Albany expression.

Spacial dimensions.

All your problems look so small from 256-D space.

“Dependent on a fixed entry orifice!”

“Please don’t call it an orifice.”

The OBJECT

I see that one is still haunted.

I don’t wanna be buried… in a pet… cematary…

Stitch as an EMT would be worrisome, but entertaining.

Where’s the blini?

That’s cost of living.

Doesn’t apply to the arisen.

When I want ice cream… I eat ice cream.

What’s the bright bit in the lower right?

Why you badmouthin’ my man Keldor like that?

Automatic birth control pill dispenser.

Penance that doesn’t leave marks is no penance at all.

Oooo… Somebody is going to get some belly rubs!

You say CPAP… but he is also Catholic.

So he’s just feeding strike fighters to the coyotes at this point, huh?

Is Londo picking Bossk’s pocket?

Threads and The Day After taught me that there are people out there that would rather be right, than alive.