observations of idiocy

something i have noticed about my friends (and myself) are that we have these odd little habits. habits like, finishing a statement with a movie line. and no, not just finishing, but any part of a common (meaning common amongst our group, special shout-out especially to julie and mols) phrase makes us say the quote. it's so completely terrible, but whoever says it always thinks they are for sure the funniest thing going. and dont' get me wrong. we ALL laugh. everytime.

let me give you a few examples:

1. if the word "rolls" is used...

someone always quirks, "please pass the rolls" this is from a scene in father of the bride 2 when steve martin has taken some sleeping pills, and upon saying this phrase, passes out at the table. no, not the funniest line ever, but apparently we think it is.

2. the words "hey guys" or during any akward moment of silence

"hey guys...big gulps, huh? welp, see ya later!" this one is from dumb and dumber. enough said.

3. the words, "fork, knife, spoon, utensil, pepsi"

"there were no utensils in medieval times, therefore there are no utensils at medieval times. would you like a refill on that pepsi?" from the cable guy...terrible movie, wonderful quotes.

4. any reference to the number 9

mom: "i don't remember ferris being sick nine times."
principal: "that's because he wasn't sick, he was skipping school."

i think you get the point. i was just laughing to myself about this last night, wondering if at some point i'll hear the word "rolls" and not think of that line, "head" and not think of "so i married an ax murderer" etc, etc. probably a seinfeld moment for most of you, thinking of the lines your friends say on a daily basis. i wish i quoted famous poets and philosophers the way i quote movie lines. and on that note, i'll leave you with a favorite moment from the movie "christmas vacation" (pardon the french...)

Ellen: What are you looking at?
Clark: Oh, the silent majesty of a winter's morn... the clean, cool chill of the holiday air... an asshole in his bathrobe, emptying a chemical toilet into my sewer... [Eddie, in the driveway, is draining the RV's toilet]
Eddie: Shitter was full!
Clark: Ah, yeah. You checked our shitters, honey?
Ellen: Clark, please. He doesn't know any better.
Clark: He oughta know it's illegal. That's a storm sewer. If it fills with gas, I pity the person who lights a match within ten yards of it.