Topher Brink: You know what I like? Brown Sauce? What's it made of? Science doesn't know!
Adelle DeWitt: It's made of brown.
Topher Brink: Brown...mined from the earth by the hard scrabble brown miners of north Brownderton!
Adelle DeWitt: Oh my god, I find lentils completely incomprehensible.
Rodney: YESS, theyweretheretooandtherewerethetwoguards; theywerehugeanddumbandtotakethemoutIhadtotakesomeoftheenzyme!
Rodney: NONONONONONONONO, Ididn'ttakesomeoftheenzyme, ItookaLOToftheenzymetotakeouttheseguards, youshould'veseenmeIwasAMAZING!!!
"If every vampire who said he was at the Crucifixion was actually there, it would've been like Woodstock. I was actually at Woodstock. That was a *weird* gig. I fed off a flower-person, and spent the next six hours watching my hand move."
— Spike, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
She smirks, and after a moment of silence the scent of bright cherries floods the air. Tereziís knees go weak at the smell, and she opens her mouth, trying to taste as much of it as possible. Blueberry throws itself into the mix with wild abandon, and itís the more wonderful than she could have ever imagined. Colors burst in her mindís eye, and she moans from the taste itself, senses overrun with pure pleasure.