Loran: There was a prolonged, very loud noise. Jay: Uh, yeah. That might've been us. Me: And even if it was, it had nothing to do with the blood on my head. Loran: Uh huh.
Greg: My nose is itchy. And that has nothing to do with the Finnish baserunners. I mean... Me: What were you saying about Finnish baserunners? Greg: Nothing!!
Me: I'm at Catholic for a thing, and the room it's in has souvenirs from a priest's travels... Me: ...and there's a carving of Ganesha from his trip to India... Me: ...but since it's Catholic, it's labeled "man with the head of an elephant." Mike: "Dude with lots of arms." Me: "unknown figure seated on throne of skulls." Mike: "Weird blue person." Mike: "Monkey."
Dad: Do you have root beer? Waitress: We do, but it's on draft, so it costs a little more. Is that okay? Kid: What's draft? Waitress: It's where you pull down a big handle and it makes the beer come out of a great big container... Dad: ...called a keg... Waitress: ...instead of a can. Kid: Oh. What's a can?
Me: Dangit, now I have Lara's theme from Dr. Zivago in my head. Greg: Oh. I have "My Husband was a Weatherman." Me: That's because you didn't collect music boxes as a child.
Brian: The dragon is there whenever someone rolls a 1. So even if you defeat him, the next time someone rolls a 1... David: Cave of Infinite Dragons. Alex: I need to remember to copyright that as a band name. Greg: Eh, it's more of a debut album.
Greg: Don't get sent to Leavenworth for killing the band. Me: But what if they need killin'? Greg: Don't get sent to Leavenworth for killing the band. Me: Ahhhhh, okay.