The Mighty 37

JoeCrow: Just relax, 2 more hours and the cement will be dry, then we'll got to the beach	Generik: "Let's see... bread, eggs, cheese, hamburger, if you ever want to see your daughter again, leave $20,000 in small bills at... Hey, no beer?"	UnReality: "It's not what it looks like!" "You're not draining the lifeforce from him in some bizarre shamanistic, otherworldly ritual?" "Okay. It's what it looks like."
EnochF: "Yeah, welcome to Cookin' with Denis Leary. Sorry about the lights, folks, but I'm really hung over. Today we focus on cigarette butts, the forgotten spice."	BuckFifty: Tonight on Battle Pope... "You confess your sins now or I'll 'our father' up and down your ASS!"	sanatrA: *gasp* The Dudecave! "Alfred dude, didja get the 'shrooms?" "Yessir" "AWESOME! You never harsh my buzz dude" "Yessir"
clover: A little known fact about the Scarecrow, was his moonlighting job as a vomit absorbent for the local bar.	TravisBickle: Listen carefully and you can hear Dudeman sobbing and blubbering, "Dude.... so choice.... like totally spiritual and shit...."	JediClone: Bout this time, Uncle Jesse's Corpse was about to claim Enos's immortal soul...
EnochF: "Welcome to the Castle Anthrax. We are but fifty young ladies, all between the ages of sixteen and twenty-three..."	Saltydog: Oddly, few people returned to ride the "Goofy Incinerator" a second time. Disney's Imagineers had somehow miscalculated.	Valvolene: Thunderbird on his breath and two bucks in his hand, he waits for the magazine stand to open...
UnReality: "Somewhere, soon, basic cable will air Corrina, Corrina yet again. Another royalty check. Life is good." "Be even better if you'd been in Stripes." "Shut up."	Dairai: "You thinkin'..." "...what I'm thinkin'?" *together* "Quota!" *peels out after Ohio plates*	Geier: Seeing how little was in the first one, Stan realized that if the blood of his victims was to purify the world, he'd have to REALLY get a move-on.

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