Quotables from Week Ending Jan 8, 2015

Homer: Look at all these knobs and buttons. They're clearly a superior race. Maybe that means they'll be nice to us. ~ Lisa: You mean like Europeans were to the Native Americans or the Belgians were to The Congo? ~ Homer: That's right, pick the only two times in history where things got messy.

Peggy: What kind of thing is that, Agent Thompson, the alphabet? I can teach you. Let's start with words beginning with "A."

Jeremy: I've never played basketsball. I'm sure I'll pick it up. Who's going to be goalie?

Jo: Hi val, remember me? I'm not here to redecorate.

Herrmann: Dawson, I don't like to get in the middle of these things, but you sound like someone who's trying to convince themselves they made the right decision.

Palmer: No. I don't want to. ~ Ducky: You don't want to what, Mr. Palmer? ~ Palmer: I don't want to know how much her liver weighs. I don't want to catalogue her scars. Most of all, I don't want to cut open another friend. Think I've had my limit.

Jacob: Reality. It's the shared narrative we agree to believe.

King Richard: And then tonight, you will join me in my bed. ~ Madelena: Yes, my king. ~ King Richard: Then, we're going to do it. ~ Madelena: Yes. ~ King Richard: And we're not just going to sit in bed and open gifts and talk about how much fun the wedding was. Okay? We're. Doing. It.

Greer: All games must come to an end.

Jake: We have decided to start thinking about talking about... ~ Annie: ... being prepared for a time in the future when we may want to consider starting to talk about having kids. ~ Jake: Yep, that's the language we landed on.

Grunwald: How do you live in such a psychically constipated environment. ~ Hanna: I eat a lot of fiber.

Brody: This is what happens when you use the b-word!

Toby: I'm rocking so much adrenaline right now. My blood is basically Red Bull.

Ludo: That is not so salty that you need to send back your food. ~ Nigella: No, you just need a beer.

Sheldon: There were plenty of ways to pass the time before smartphones were invented. ~ Leonard: That's true. ~ Sheldon: I'll look them up... Oh, son of a biscuit!

I mean, God, Millie. How the hell did we end up here, like this? I just wish we could go back a couple of years, just, you know, you and me. Have some fun, you know?

Sherlock: Now I think if I were to use drugs again, it would, in fact, be an anticlimax. It would be a surrender to the drip, drip, drip of existence.

Elizabeth: Did I miss anything on the way here? Like Texas seceding?