For Mei_X. *g*
Do not look for sense here. You will not find it.
"I cannot *believe* you got us into this, Frase."
"Really, Ray --"
"Do you know how much I cannot believe this?"
"I can't say --"
"I am no longer using contractions, Fraser, that's how bad this is.
I am the anti-Data."
"Well, actually, you just used the compound word 'that's,' which,
as you know --"
"Is it true what they say? About how in space no one can hear you
scream? Because I want to test that right about now."
"Do *not* raise that eyebrow at me, Fraser. We're in space, I'm
peeing into a tube, and we're in *space*. I do not need the
"A functional water closet is really a lot more than one can
"This pee is going to be recycled, isn't it?"
"I hope you drink it. I hope it tastes *awful*."
"Now that's just petty, Ray."
"Petty? No. This is not petty. You want to know what petty is? No,
don't answer, because I'm going to *tell* you what petty is."
"I'm all ears."
"Didn't I just tell you not to answer?"
"Oh, you wanted an answer to that?"
"I hate you so much I can feel it in my *spleen*, Fraser!"
"Oh, come on. I know you want to say it. 'In point of fact, Ray, my
village idiot of a partner, there are no nerve endings in the spleen.'"
"I wasn't going to say that."
"Don't get prissy with me. You were *so* going to say that. You
were *itching* to say that. You are covered with the invisible and
torturous RASH of wanting to say that --"
"The spleen *is* the traditional organ of excessive and/or volatile
"You just cursed!"
"You're right, that was --"
"You cursed at me!"
"... really shouldn't have --"
"You have a FILTHY mouth!"
"Will you stop interrupting me?!"
"Well, all right -- wait, what did you say, Ray?"
"I said: no."
"That's not polite at all."
"Funny how I'm not polite at all, either, and also still really pissed
about being wrapped up like a sausage and trapped in a glorified tin
can several thousand miles above my warm, comfortable apartment."
"I always thought your furniture was rather boxy."
"You sleep on a COT!"
"My sense of aesthetics remains intact."
"You wear -- waitaminute. You're trying to distract me!"
"I'm really not. And by the way, have you noticed how very blue
the lake they call Michigan is from up here?"
"How very... oh no. I don't think so. You are *not* doing this to me.
I refuse to be distracted from this!"
"I hate you. So much. My hate for you is... is... AUGH!"
"Freeze-dried ice cream?"