(While I was poking at his errant nose-hair:) "Leave the control-hair alone!  It's the antenna to the mothership!"

"It's like a rescue-chopper of oranges."

(Watching Torchwood:) "La la la la...I'm not hearing your dumb physics."

Back to your regularly scheduled stupid

"That's right, fuck you bees, we've got doors."

Going to depart from our daily stupidity for an update:  My Physicist Husband was just offered a job as Physics lecturer at Princeton University.  Seems he's smarter than some of his exclaimations would imply.  Congrats honey -- I knew you could do it!

(While playing the Kinek dance game:) "Riding the train to mediocrity."

"I didn't get a phD in Barista!"