"Operating heavy equipment here so I'd appreciate it if you didn't blow in my ear." Stopher, while carrying chocolate fondue.

"That's the last of the run, treat it well." Bob, to Eric.

"Must we listen to Backstreet Boys all night?" Mark
"It's 'NSync!" Stopher

"He's just a fully random guy who came up and grabbed the phone from me." Niff's answer to who that just was that was talking to me on her phone.

"People are trying to get Eric intoxicated." Me, to Niff
"But it will never work cause I'm half German... I know what it takes to get on the quotes page." Eric

"Water's good." Jo, on what she wanted to drink from the Bob and Kyle bartender staff.

"Why are your hands on me and not on a drink?" Eric, trying to give it back to Kyle.

"Ow." Jo, when Yed tried to sit on her.
"Do you understand how much weight I've lost?" Yed
"Yeah, but I should be sitting on you!" Jo

"Poblenz, God dammit!" Kyle, to Eric, trying to get him to drink his drink.
"Your peer pressure is phenomenal." Bob, to Kyle.

"What the hell did they make me take two shots of? I'm all warm inside." Eric

"You're out of the bar–20 minutes!" Bob, to Stopher.
"Geez, Bartender Nazi." Stoph

"Christina can't be satisfied. I've made her three drinks and she's offended all of them." Bob

"He's our resident drunk–how cool!" Christina, about Yed.

"Apple pucker, Mark." Yed
"Yeah!" Mark
"What'd you do with apple pucker, Mark?" Me
"I have no idea, I just go along with it." Mark

"Why don't we randomly cut some?" Christina, on balloon strings.
"Why don't you just cut Kris' hair?" Yed

"Bob's special mix." Bob's new concoction developed at Jo's New Year's party.

"Don't expect too much–it's just Heidi food." Heidi, on the cool beef wellington she made for me for Xmas.

"Sorry you lost the game." Bob, to Kevin.
"That's alright. The important thing is it ended." Kevin, on a 1.5 hour cutthroat pool game.

"Don't ever call Kevin Calvin–he'll get real mad and sink all of your balls." Kalibb, while playing pool with Kevin.

"I have bad news and more bad news. It stopped snowing and there isn't enough to make a snowman." Kalibb, to me.

"Do you want to catch some snowflakes on your tongue while I try to start the truck?" Kevin, to me, in NH.

"I would stay home from work so I could play this while the kids were at school." Eric, on Grand Theft Auto not being appropriate for kids.

"I wish I hadn't drank so much–I didn't remember half of it and couldn't enjoy it." Niff, on a night out.

"I don't know, it was hearty." Niff, on what she had for dinner.

"I'm drunk and stupor." Dad

"We hardly have any returns this year–that's great!" Mom, on our family Xmas gifts.

"Thank you for my heritage gift." Bercrombie, on her Chinese outfit Xmas gift.

"Too bad you can't combine this with beating people up." Eric, on Dance Dance Revolution.

"I'm just gonna steal a Hummer and beat a few people up." Eric, playing a video game.

"What? Yed and Scott are the same person?!" Dad

"I'm going and wearing a SideLines baby tee." Yed, planning to go to a SideLines show.

"Based on that, how old am I?" Eric, on blowing biscotti pieces across the table with his birthday blowers.

"If the nazi says so, it must be true." Christiane, on bocce umpire Mark.

"It's fine if you keep playing to not lose like that." Yed, the trash-talking bocce boy.

"It's like the kissy bears." Bob, on bocce balls getting close to each other.

"Second place is the first place loser." Yed, while playing bocce ball.

"It's again the time of year when all the holidays have your name in them." Mikey, on his Xmas card to me.

"I am a man of a lot of experience." Dad, telling me he's played curling before.

"It was OK–it kept the beer cold." Stacy, on going to a snowy Patriots game.

"I'm completely open. I'm like a lump of clay you can mold." Gerald, on where to eat lunch.

"Talk about customer service–you go in for a cell phone and you come out with a girl!" Ryan, on his experience in Brazil.

"My jacket is highly flammable." Anjali.

"See, I'm a yo-yo, too!" James, to me.

"Let me make a mental count... 1, 2... wait, that was out loud." James

"It's just one big to be continued show. You hate those." James, on 24.

"Why don't you be one of those girls in the video games that kicks everybody?" Mom, giving me more super hero suggestions.

"You could be Mickey Mouse." Mom, to me, on dressing up for a super hero party.
"He's not a super hero–that's Mighty Mouse." Me
"What's the difference?" Mom

"This is mostly beach and just a little sex." Eric, on his beverage at Butter.

"I can't help it, it's a way of life." JohnCline, on eBay.

"Hey, do you want an eye?" Michele, as she opened her file cabinet.

"I'm 50 years old. I can wear whatever I want. I don't have to follow the trends. At hat age, you become a "classic woman." Mom, wearing a bright pink beret to San Francisco.