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| "This is Manchester. We do things differently here." |
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| Pass out at the Sigma Alpha frat house on a Saturday night... and you get what you deserve. |
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| Look Ma, No cavities. |
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| Star Trek: So White. |
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| If you pass out at a party being held by Kirk, you become a ‘creative canvas.’ |
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| Fun with Sharpies. |
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| “My skin is nothing but melanoma, my hair has all fallen out, and my eyes have dilated to the point of blindness, but I still have all my teeth!” |
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| “Why, yes, we did destroy our planet’s ozone layer. How did you know?” |
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| Stop! Who would cross the bridge of death must answer me these questions three ere the other side he see? |
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| Kryten: "Very well, Mr. Lister. Rave mode engaged." |
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Makeup artist:"We can have your face covered with moss or with snow."
Extra:"Make it snow." |
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"I'm trying to look like Kryten."
"Kryten? You look more like a cretin." |
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"So what have you come to the party as?"
"An iced Krispy Kreme doughnut." |
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| Here we see the result of a transporter accident involving Herman Munster and a bucket of some sort of goo from The Home Depot. |
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“Take a nap said the tattoo artist …
What could go wrong said the tattoo artist…” |
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“Smile, Gurney.”
“I am smiling.” |
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"As Count Binface's election agent, how do you feel about your candidate's failure to become Member of Parliament for Clacton?"
"I think failure is a bit strong. Count Binface came second with over 9500 votes. That is about 40% of the votes for the winner! And he gets his deposit back! For the first time ever!" |
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| Just one more plastic surgery and this guy will look like Michael Jackson. |
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♫ You'll wonder where the yellow went,
when you brush your teeth with Pepsodent! ♫ |
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| Yes, yes!!! We LOVE the video movies with gladiators. |
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| Greetings!! They call me Smiley! |
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| "I know how to get plastered." |
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| I really should have read the fine print of my contract. |
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"Hello! I'm canvassing for Count Binface to be Member of Parliament here in Clacton. Can we count on your vote?"
[In the interests of political balance, other candidates are available - but none of them are sensible.] |
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| "You can keep your warp factor. Round here we need sun protection factor. 50000." |
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| Grit your teeth and carry on. |
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There were lines on the mirror
Lines on his face. |
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| “No one expects the Stellar Inquisition!” |
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| “Draw me like your French girls.” |
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| Has the ozone layer gotten that bad? |
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| Creepy clowns…. In Spaaaaaaaaaaaaaace…. |
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| (offscreen) "You're supposed to use the toothpaste on your teeth idiot!" |
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| That's what you call cracking a smile. |
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| Normally, he was a hard headed guy. But sometimes he was a bit flaky at the edges. |
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| Director: “CUT!!! MAKEUP!!! I specifically requested black teeth… BLACK TEETH!!” |
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| Plastered? |
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| Makeup department, I'll get you for this. |
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| This is the creepiest smile since Kor. |
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| We needed drydock, not drywall. |
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| “Unguent!! I need UNGUENT.” |
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Pasty white skin: Check!
Ugly Euro style scarf: Check!
All he needs is retro facial hair and we got the first hipster! |
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| "Hi honey! I'm home!" |
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| This is what happens when a plasterer has a bad day at the office. |
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| "Welcome to Spackle-world!" |
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