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  • Bernard: The thing is... the thing is... [sees morning light] Deh! Wait a second, what time is it?
  • Manny: Erm... half 10.
  • Bernard: Half 10? Half 10? I've never been up at half 10! What happens?!
  • Stephen: Now, which popular game traditionally ends with all the players being thrown into a lake of fiery sulphur?
  • Sean: Oh, I hope it's show jumping. I hate show jumping. Oh, God. I'd have one of those after every jump.
  • Stephen: [on how far a certain species of goose can fly] They have a technique for increasing their range by seventy percent.
  • Sandi: What is it?
  • Alan: Landing on a boat.
  • Dean: Well, I gotta ask, how old are you?
  • Death: As old as God. Maybe older. Neither of us can remember anymore. Life, death, chicken, egg... Regardless, at the end, I'll reap him too.
  • Dean: God? You'll reap God?
  • Death: Oh, yes. God will die too, Dean.
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Now, sweet cheeks, if you know me at all, it’s perhaps as the curmudgeonly misanthrope House, from the TV show of that name. [Applause] Goodness. How did that crop up in the conversation, I wonder? But in real life, I am… the truth is, I am neither misanthropic nor curmudgeonly. Erm… No, in real life, I am… I am daffodils. I am the morning dew. I am the laughter of children. I’m the smell of freshly baked bread. I’m the postman’s cheery ‘Good morning!’. I’m the yelp of a puppy, freed from the microwave. I am chicken-fed corn. The seven of clubs that fills the inside straight. I’m the grateful twinkle in your grandmother’s eyes as you reverse the tractor off her legs. I’m sugar, spice and all things nice. I’m the click on an empty chamber when it’s your turn at Russian Roulette. I am hope, love, mankind, the world. I am everything.
It’s called lithium, by the way, if you’re interested.
Part of Hugh Laurie’s opening monologue on Saturday Night Live. 
Aahw, my beautiful boy is back.  …and he’s gone again. Writers of Supernatural, you better write some more Castiel-kicking-ass-seasons, or I’ll stop watching. This isn’t the ending he deserves.  Also, could someone in that psychiatric institution please launder his trench coat? There’s blood from different kinds of creatures all over it, it’s kinda disgusting, guys. Come on.  (gif by and pic by)

Aahw, my beautiful boy is back. 

…and he’s gone again.

Writers of Supernatural, you better write some more Castiel-kicking-ass-seasons, or I’ll stop watching. This isn’t the ending he deserves. 

Also, could someone in that psychiatric institution please launder his trench coat? There’s blood from different kinds of creatures all over it, it’s kinda disgusting, guys. Come on. 

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Yes, yes, of course I’ll let you tell me your story, you beautiful winged seraph of heaven. BUT I DIDN’T SAY I’D LIKE IT. MY GOD, CASTIEL, YOU’VE RUINED MY FAITH IN ANGELS. AND IN MEN IN TRENCH COATS. AND IN MEN WITH BLUE EYES. HELL, I’VE LOST FAITH IN EVERYONE. 

Yes, yes, of course I’ll let you tell me your story, you beautiful winged seraph of heaven.

BUT I DIDN’T SAY I’D LIKE IT. MY GOD, CASTIEL, YOU’VE RUINED MY FAITH IN ANGELS. AND IN MEN IN TRENCH COATS. AND IN MEN WITH BLUE EYES. HELL, I’VE LOST FAITH IN EVERYONE. 

My opinion of Alan Davies:

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(Reblogged from iheartqi)
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My report today is on breast cancer awareness. I do not believe enough is being done and, like the victims of breast cancer, there’s something I’d like to get off my chest.
Eric Cartman’s breast cancer pun on South Park, Season 12 Episode 9, ‘Breast Cancer Show Ever’.
  • Frasier: You are twenty minutes late!
  • Niles: Sorry.
  • Frasier: 'Sorry'? This is your group. I've been making small talk with these people for the last twenty minutes. Do you know what small talk is like for people who have a problem communicating? It's tiny talk!