March 2006

3/11/06: A place where people were

• Laura: There's enough to go around.  It's Christ!
  
• Ben: How was the hotel they put you up in?
  Kathleen: I heard, "How was the Nutella Bitch-wuppin?"

3/25/06-3/26/06:  A visit from Louise

• Lindsay: I want to let you know right now that I can't fucking stand you.
  (The beginning of a beautiful roommateship)
  
• Mary: Is your mother still in Germany?
  Louise: She was in Denmark.
  Mary: Oh, one of those lederhosen countries.
  
• Sara: I don't do windows and I don't shuffle.
  
• Dan: Son of a fuck!
  Lindsay: Yes, that's usually how it happens.
  
• Louise: I'm fucked.
  Sara: Speaking to you from fucked, I can tell you you're not there.
  (Sounds like a game of Phase Ten)
  
• Sara: I'm skipping Louise.  This is a postcard from fucked.
  (Definitely Phase Ten.  We get our best quotes from that game.)
  
• Lindsay: Celbrate good times ... aw, come on!
  
• Sara: Do not fuck that duck!
  
• Dan: We can go to Ashley's and you can get frozen yogurt, or we can go to Ashley's and you can fuck off, or we can go to Tastee D-Lite.
  (Louise brings out the best in us)

3/29/06: A trip to Coldstone Creamery in Times Square

• Kim: Did you play during the show or during intermission?
  Lindsay: Oh, during intermission.  It's too dark during the show.
  (On playing Scrabble at a Broadway theater)
  
• Lindsay: Three umlauts?  Even the Germans would find that excessive.
  (On Coldstone's menu item, "Germanchökolätekäke")