//people are huddling together outside in the cold during a fire drill Gibi: Ugh, you guys are all waddling around, huddling together... Gibi: What the hell are you, penguins? Stupid freakin' poultry...
Gibi: We noticed that the overhead projector was smoking. Theresa: Really? What was it smoking?
Theresa: You could jump off the ski lift and _fly_ to the porcupine! Gibi: You do not know how many times I considered doing that.
O'Connor: Crime and Punishment is like Hamlet trapped in Macbeth. Gibi: So, any book can be expressed as a linear combination of Shakespeare's plays.
Gibi: Oh gods, I don't want to hear my father sing. Theresa: Do his hips not lie? Gibi: I've never talked to them. Do you regularly speak with your father's hips? Theresa: ...that's the weirdest question I've ever been asked.