Alec: I only have to resort to the stalker-tactics if you get one of those silly restraining orders. And I'm sure the only restraining you'll be doing is of yourself, to stop yourself from jumping me if you ever see me in the street.

Eddie Wachowski: tooooootally

Psymon Stark: I was going to jump you one day Alec, but the police said they'd throw me in jail if they caught me mugging anyone again

Alec: I'd just fight you off with a bag of opened frozen chips, like I did to the two guys who tried to mug me in my dream last night

Psymon Stark: I panic when food is thrown at me, but when the chips are down....

Rayanne Graff: (Bye, peace to all trees.)

Eddie Wachowski: it's coming up, it's coming up, it's coming up...

Psymon Stark: You talking bout my penis? Because it's ears are burning

Rayanne Graff: Or maybe it's because you're a d*ckhead.

Psymon Stark: Perhaps. Although that doesn't explain the burning sensation

Lisbeth Salander: http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gxJ2fr5h45c/SY8BACCNm5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/RFLGFAmtAqo/s400/giraffe+hair.jpg Giraffe Hair! Courtesy of DD Dizzle

Darren: girlpants

Darren: What the f*ck... I did not write in the shoutbox...

Eddie Wachowski: band stalking. Oh my

Eddie Wachowski: baked potatoes do not make good shoes.

Alec: Right. Bed time.