• David: Is it moving?
  GM: It is now. Roll me init.


• Jefe: I start singing inspiring battle hymns.
  General chorus of "Indiana Jones" theme.


• Jefe: So if it's slowed, does that mean I get attacks of opportunity?
  GM: No, that just means it's poky.


• Me: I'm not on crack any more, because crack fucks me up.


• Me: I take the corpse's foreskin.
  David: I reincarnate it.
  Angel: You can't. It's Jewish now.
  Much later, on reading of quotes, David: I get it.


• David: What is it with you and doors?


• Me: I'm making myself so interesting to the DM that he'll keep me alive just to see what the fuck I'll do next.
  Angel: In the meantime, you're really scaring the other drow.


• David: Since when do lizards have boobs?


• Angel: 11.
  Me: 20.
  Jefe: I have to make a save, what?


• David: I am my own scroll of change self.


• Angel: I cast Mordenkainene's Card Catalog.


• Angel: Someone enlighten the daft man.


• GM (ah, the wonders of pre-genned random dungeons): That I wouldn't bother going down because - oh, my god, what the fuck? Okay, there's no door there.


• Me: We walk along in the glorious anticipation of a door.


• GM: You see an alcove.
  Angel: A senile cove? (Read it out loud, it makes sense.)


• GM: And you take the door.
  Me: Right there, in the hallway, we take the door.
  Jefe: Full Metal Jacket.


• Bri: No, no, wait. Let me guess. We see another door.


• Jefe: And I will do some damage to it, which I will proceed to relate to you as soon as I find a bloody freakin' 8-sided die.


• David: I didn't think it (the builder) can just gatling-gun you with its eyes.
  Angel (to me): Can you hand me that gatling - errh, cushion - by your knees?


• Bri: (sneezes)
  David: Gawoomba!
  James: What?
  David: You heard me.
  Me: Gawoomba! It's Aboriginal for "is that mucus on your fingers?"


• David (singing): Q is for quickie, that's good enough for me...


• Angel: I is not real! I is not real!


• Me: Have you ever rubbed a beholder on your hair -
  GM: - and stuck it to the wall?


• Me: Holy shit, we're on our second round of combat?
  Angel: What, did you quadruple the hit points?
  GM: Basically.


• David: I want a staff I can do damage with instead of turning it into a tree.
  Angel: Stick it up its ass, then turn it into a tree.
  James: Ow! Splinter!

now feeling:: nostalgic