Previous pen name: Futurama4EVA11

Name: That bookworm chick

Age: What's that age between 10 and 20? Damn, I can't remember...

B-Day: The day you all must REMEMBER

Location: Bender's chest cavity...lol nah, I live in the apartment next door to Dr. Horrible's...who STILL hasn't noticed me! :'(

Fave Color: Pink, Purple and Gold

Fav Food: Lasagna!

TV: Futurama, Hell's Kitchen, Bones, Glee, Fawlty Towers and other wunderful shows!

Movies: Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog, A Fish Called Wanda, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, Twilight, Blackadder Back and Forth, The Producers and ALL THE FUTURAMA MOVIES!

Books: Twilight, Artemis Fowl, Historical Fiction, et cetera, et cetera.

Music: I have way to many favorite bands to list. I mostly listen to Panic At the Disco, Dr. Horrible Soundtrack, Wicked Soundtrack and whatever's popular at the moment (right now itz Keha).

Random Quote Time!

(having just encountered Leela, who is pretending to be a male soldier)
Captain Zapp Brannigan: That young man fills me with hope. Plus some other emotions which are weird and deeply confusing!

Lars: Hello, everyone who isn't Leela. And a special hello to everyone else.

Baldrick: ...And the date should come up. But it doesn't because I was going to write the numbers on in felt-tip pen but never got around to it.
Blackadder: Right. So the date we're heading for is two watermelons and a bunch of cherries. In other words, we can't get home. Rather a spectacular return to form after the genius moment.

about his parents message on the answering machine
Mark: There are times when we're dirt broke, hungry, and freezing, and I ask myself, why the hell am I still living here?
beat
Mark: And then they call. And I remember...

Actual reality! Act up! Fight AIDS!

Isabella Swan: You know, your mood swings are kinda giving me whiplash.

Billy Black: to Bella We came for your flat-screen. And because Jacob wouldn't stop talking about seeing you again.
Jacob Black: Thanks, Dad. Nice.
Billy Black: I'm just keepin' it real, son.

Leo Bloom: FAT!
Max Bialystock: I'm not that fat!
Leo Bloom: FAT! FAT!

Leo Bloom: I'm very sorry I caught you feeling up the old lady.
Max Bialystock: "Feeling up the old lady." Thank you Mr. Tact.

Leo Bloom, Max Bialystock: God dag min vannina... ninna...
Ulla: God bless America!
Ulla leaves
Max Bialystock: God bless Sweden!

Max Bialystock: We got the wrong play. We got the wrong director. We got the wrong actors. Where did we go right?

Penny: You're not really interested in the homeless, are you?
Dr. Horrible: No, I am, but... it's a symptom. You're treating a symptom while the disease rages on, consumes the human race. The fish rots from the head, so they say. So I'm thinking, why not cut off the head?
Penny: pause Of the human race?
Dr. Horrible: It's not a... perfect metaphor.

Dr. Horrible: Captain Hammer threw a car at my head.

Basil Fawlty: Is something wrong?
German Guest: Will you please stop talking about the war?
Basil Fawlty: Me? You started it.
German Guest: We did not!
Basil Fawlty: Yes, you did, you invaded Poland.

Basil answers the phone which interrupts him hanging a moose head decoration
Basil Fawlty: Answers the phone call from his wife Yes. Fawlty Towers, hello?
pause
Basil Fawlty: I was just doing it, you stupid woman. I just put it down, to come here and be reminded by you to do what I'm already doin'. What is the point in reminding me to do what I'm already doing? What is the bloody point? I'm doing it aren't I?
pause
Basil Fawlty: Yes, yes, I picked it up... Yes... No, no, I haven't had a chance yet... Yes, I will... Yes... No, I haven't yet, but I will... Yes, yes, yes, I know it is... Yes, I'll try and get it cleared up... Anything else? I mean, would you like the hotel moved a bit to the left?

Minstrel: [singing] Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot. He was not afraid to die, oh brave Sir Robin. He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways, brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin. He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp, or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken. To have his kneecaps split, and his body burned away, and his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin. His head smashed in and heart cut out, and his liver removed, and his bowels unplugged, and his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off and his penis...
Sir Robin: That's, uh, that's enough music for now, lads... looks like there's dirty work afoot.

Minstrel: [singing] Brave Sir Robin ran away...
Sir Robin: *No!*
Minstrel: [singing] bravely ran away away...
Sir Robin: *I didn't!*
Minstrel: [singing] When danger reared its ugly head, he bravely turned his tail and fled.
Sir Robin: *I never did!*
Minstrel: [singing] Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about, and valiantly, he chickened out.
Sir Robin: *Oh, you liars!*
Minstrel: [singing] Bravely taking to his feet, he beat a very brave retreat. A brave retreat by brave Sir Robin.

Sir Lancelot: We were in the nick of time. You were in great peril.
Sir Galahad: I don't think I was.
Sir Lancelot: Yes, you were. You were in terrible peril.
Sir Galahad: Look, let me go back in there and face the peril.
Sir Lancelot: No, it's too perilous.
Sir Galahad: Look, it's my duty as a knight to sample as much peril as I can.
Sir Lancelot: No, we've got to find the Holy Grail. Come on.
Sir Galahad: Oh, let me have just a little bit of peril?
Sir Lancelot: No. It's unhealthy.
Sir Galahad: I bet you're gay.
Sir Lancelot: Am not.

King Arthur: I am your king.
Woman: Well I didn't vote for you.
King Arthur: You don't vote for kings.
Woman: Well how'd you become king then?
[Angelic music plays... ]
King Arthur: The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. THAT is why I am your king.
Dennis: [interrupting] Listen, strange women lyin' in ponds distributin' swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.

Sir Galahad: It's not the real Grail?
Dingo: Oh, wicked, bad, naught evil Zoot! Oh, she is a bad person, and she must pay the penalty!
[Turns to camera]
Dingo: Do you think this scene should have been cut? We were so worried when the boys were writing it, but now we're glad! It's better than some of the previous scenes I think.
Left Head: At least ours was better visually.
Dennis: At least ours was committed, it wasn't just a string of pussy jokes.
Bridgekeeper: Get on with it.
Tim: Yes! Get on with it!
Army: Yeah! Get on with it!
Dingo: Oh, I am enjoying this scene!
God: Get on with it!