"Don't judge a cover by its book. ... Dang it." -phil
"You've been injuring yourself a lot lately." -lindsay, right after poking me in the eye twice and nearly dislocating my thumb.
"Have you ever shot each other with these?" -lindsay, about my pellet gun
"I love Mexican food." -phil
"Me too." -lindsay
"I hope Mexican food accepted Christ." -phil
"You Aunt Dick and Uncle Judy... uhh... your Uncle Judy and Aunt Dick." -lindsay
"Jesus, forget me." -lindsay attempting to say, "Jesus, forgive me."
"She can't even count on her fingers correctly and she's in fifth grade, Phil, FIFTH GRADE! ... uhh, fourth grade... but STILL!" -lindsay
"What is one thing in life you've really looked forward to?" -pastor brad from the pulpit
*at the same time lindsay and i responded to each other with...*
"The wedding!" -lindsay
"The fantasy baseball draft!" -phil
"I'm feelin' kinda beefy." -lindsay, in regards to her dinner preference
"Oh! Ow!" -phil
"Did that hurt?" -lindsay
"I don't know!" -phil
"You remember what you're asking Stauffer, right?" -phil
"Right!" -lindsay
"Which was...?" -phil
"ehhhhh..." -lindsay
"You and your shoes... your socks." -lindsay to phil who was not wearing shoes.
*on Flight of the Conchords*
"Are they British?" -lindsay
*phil laughs*
"What? Are they Australian?" -lindsay
*phil laughs harder*
"WHAT?!"
"I disgrace your chips." -phil
"As they say, 'whoever smelled it, d...' well, uh... as they say!" -lindsay
"You better get used to this." -phil, about lindsay doing the dishes
"And we have football!... i mean dinner!" -phil. there was no football on or anything close to football going on.
"What is it?!" -phil, to lindsay first thing in the morning after lindsay woke me
"Goosefly!" -lindsay
phil pets lindsay's nose and says, "pumpkin pie time!" because he wants to eat pie
"I'm wrestling you, aaaaaand falling asleep at the same time. Take that." -phil to lindsay
*in mid conversation*
"well, anyway. i think i just fell asleep. Good night!" -phil
"That's a man!" -a random boy at Panera Bread at least a dozen times, very loudly, at me.
"It's really watery...sorry, it's really wootery." -phil
*lindsay glares at phil*
"I'm tickling you with my eyes." -lindsay
"want a banana chip?" -phil
"No. I can say 'no' ... but i'll take one." -t.
"Can you..." -lindsay, as she holds out a corner of a bed sheet that phil smells... "hold this?!"
"Is that the weird kid who dressed up as Jesus every day?" -lindsay
"No. No. He would never go crazy." -phil
"Yeah, i put two and two together and got HEEEEEEYYYYYY-AYYYY!" - phil
