Current mood:	frustrated
Current music:	Baby Grand Piano downstairs!
Entry tags:	quotes

dang and blast
Well, i came back to a fully downloaded Spn ep22, only to find it was a bastard of a duff file planted by some fuck-ass jackfucks who have nothing better to do than make people irritated enough to kill them ded. Don't worry, i haven't actually killed anyone. I don't know where they live.

So, while i start again with the downloading, we need some more quotes from my work:

Me: "I can't barter, I get guilty. Sometimes if they're friendly i want to pay them more. It goes the other way. 'Here, have a tip'."
Phil: "Don't eat yellow snow."
Me: "Oh ha ha. We don't get snow here, that's not even useful. You could at least make it something useful. Like..."
Phil: "...?"
Me: "... i can't think of anything."
Phil: "Don't look a gift horse in the mouse. In the mouse??"
Me: "Don't look a gift horse in the mouse!?"
Phil: "It's a strange one i know."
Me: "Is it because the gift horses don't like you looking at their mice? Stop staring at my mouse."
Phil: "That's my mouse..."
Me: "...get your own."

phil: "You're brain is as...erm..."
me: "I thought you were going to say something like 'your brain is as squishy as the rest of you', or something."
phil: "Yes, well, i don't know, i've not squished you recently."
me: "Ahaha, "i've not squished you recently.."."
phil: "I think you'd have noticed... I'd have to do it secretly. Yes, I waited 'til you were asleep on the sofa sometime and then came up and squished you."
mark: "Isn't that illegal?"

[to phil, about a form he just printed for him]
night-freight man: "That's perfect. Just like you Sir."

Nigel: "If we don't do your site well, you'll go around telling people we're cowboys and we don't want that."
Me: ::looks down at cowboy boots::

Dave: "Have you got the menu? What does it look like?"
Nigel: "It's a white piece of paper with text on it, but that's not important right now."

[Dave talking about football and trying to sound important]
Dave: "It was nice when we went there and got the use of a box"
Nigel: "We didn't get a box."
Dave: "Well we walked through a box to get to our seats."
Nigel: "We walked past the box to get to our seats."

::electronic ding::
Phil: [looks around, and up, confused]
Me: "Come in?"
Phil: [to Dave] "Have you got new gadgets or something?"
Dave: "Just this little feller."
Me: "A Mitac Mio! Did you get it turned on yet?"
Phil: "Dave can turn anything on. Women want to be with him, men want to be him."

Phil: "Nigel's staring at me for some reason."
Dave: "That's because you're a freak."

Dave: "And did you let him know this?"
Phil: "Huh?"
Dave: "What?"
Phil: "Eh??"

Me: "Team Design, Activate!"

Phil: "Sociable Bookmark Links, Activate!"

Phil: "I can see all obsticles in my way..."
Me: "Lobsticles??"
Phil: "Yes, lobsticles. They're like obsticles but they're made of lobsters."

[talking about me being happy John Barrowman is marrying his boyfriend soon]
nigel: "why is that something you want?"
me: "why do you guys think lesbian sex is hot? For women.. gay sex is just so hot."
nigel: [looking freaked out] "i'm leaving."
dave: [also looking reaked out] "so am i!"
me: "leaving together eh?"
dave+nigel: "ARGH!"

nigel: "It was a good meeting, if not terribly focused. ::laughs:: Phil would say something, and then the client and i would go off on a little story, and then Phil would say something else, and we'd go off on another story..."
phil: "Yes, and it was like, he'd say "i'm running out of time" and then you'd go off on a little story about running out of time."

::thunk::
::phil peers down at the floor, looking for something::
me: "did a bit of you fall off?"
phil: "i've dropped my ball."

[nigel is putting a golf ball towards a cup, after daves repeated claims of how good he as is at this, since doing it all day. every time nigel gets a good shot, dave says his were better. nigel hits the ball in again...]
nigel: "Wahey!"
dave: "Yeah well. when i hit one it stayed in the cup."
phil: "Yeah well. When i hit one earlier a woman orgasmed next door."