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What the hell is this nonsense? BENNY HILL meets BAYWATCH: the lost episode? | "Come on now, Spock, I really want to know. Is that two-timing mega-babe,T'Pring, a screamer, a moaner, or does she just breathe heavy beneath you like a Regulan Cactus Cow in heat?" |
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"Captain's personal log: I'm due to give testimony tomorrow as part of the Federation Special Prosecutor's probe into my own long history of sexual improprieties aboard the Enterprise. If evasive double-talk proves to be ineffective, I'll naturally resort to delivering a two-legged flying kick to subdue the inquisitors. Then I'll be back to prowling for prospective babes in the yeoman's cocktail lounge by Happy Hour." | "Please, Mable, humor me. My almond chicken wings are almost ready to come out of the oven, and the guys are gonna be here any minute now. I promise, as soon as the LEXX marathon is over, I'll come back and untie you." |
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"Well, it looks like another sticking horse crap of a day here on Walt Disney's Round-Up Ranch. If they think I'm gonna put on some stupid-looking cowboy suit again to serve as the butt of everyone's practical jokes, they're gravely mistaken. Let's see, where are my Hopalong Cassidy spurs?" | "Miss Uhura, in case it has somehow escaped your notice, the ship is presently under attack. Take over the navigation post immediately, and I'll also thank you to stop trying to peddle your album of ear-splitting space ballads to the visiting Admirals." |
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Michael Jackson, one of the Cory's and Whoopie Goldberg discuss their future in showbiz and physics..hee hee! kidding! showbiz? HA! | "This is decaf, isn't it? I told you, I hate decaf!!" |
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"Maybe if I put on some filmy black lingerie... Or if you need it, I have some Viagra." | "My erectile dysfunction... gone! Thank you, Viagra!!" |
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