RANDOM QUOTES FROM PEOPLE WHO ARE FUNNY or BEING LAZY AND CUTTING AND PASTING QUOTES FROMM THE BBC'S

Jeff : Do you know what would be the best way to wipe out all of human kind if you were a space alien with a special kind of mind ray...? Make all women telepathic. Because if they suddenly found out about the kind of stuff that goes on in our heads they would kill us all on the spot. Men are not people - we are disgustoids in human form


Howard : [trying to explain to Jane that he's gay] ] : Jane! I AM GAY! And I've always, always been gay! I was the sperm at the back shouting "No! Don't send me into that big scary cave!" I was the only sperm who had to be chased by the egg. Don't you get it? I'm gay.

Sally : I don't want Mr. Superbly, Incredibly Fantasticness, you stupid, stupid ass. I want you.
Patrick : Oh, for God's sake, Sally.
Sally : What? WHAT?
Patrick : I was talking about me!
Sally : I'm sor-You're Mr. Superbly, Incredibly Whatever?
Patrick : [gesturing to self] Well, yes!

[Susan is about to show the others one of her breasts] Susan : Well? Which one do you want? The left one or the right one?
Patrick : The right one. [to others]
Patrick : Trust me.
Susan : Why? What's wrong with the left one?
Patrick : Now, don't be like that. There has to be a second place.
Susan : Well, I wasn't aware you were judging them individually!
Patrick : You were asleep! I was bored!

Susan : Does your dick do all your thinking?
Patrick : Dunno. I'll ask it.

[Susan has removed the lock from the bathroom door, and doesn't understand why Steve is so upset about it] Susan : Men and toilets, the love that dare not speak its name. What's that about?
Steve : [slams hand down] We are men! Throughout history, we have always needed, in times of difficulty, to retreat to our caves. It so happens that in this modern age, our caves are fully plumbed. The toilet is, for us, the last bastion, the final refuge, the last few square feet of man-space left to us! Somewhere to sit, something to read, something to do, and who gives a damn about the smell? Because that, for us, is happiness. Because we are *men.* We are different. We have only one word for soap. We do not own candles. We have never seen anything of any value in a craft shop. We do not own magazines fill of pictures of celebrities with all their clothes *on*. When we have conversations, we actually take it in turns to talk! But we have not yet reached that level of earth-shattering boredom and inhuman despair that we would have a haircut *recreationally*. We don't know how to get excited about... really, *really* boring things, like ornaments, bath oil, the countryside, vases, small churches. I mean, we do not even know what, *what* in the name of God's *ass* is the purpose of potpourri! Looks like breakfast, smells like your auntie! Why do we need that? So please, in this strange and frightening world, allow us one last place to call our own. This toilet, this blessed pot, this... fortress of solitude. You girls, you may go to the bathroom in groups of two or more. Yet we do not pass comment. We do not make judgement. That is your choice. But we men will always walk the toilet mile... alone. [audience applauds]