Technically this is for two weeks since last Friday I was a little out of it...
Amy (on being polygamists for Halloween): "I'm the first wife now!
Sally (on how the Baker's Wife kisses the Prince in Into The Woods): "Yes, she does. And then she finds herself in the woods!"
Kymberli (David said we should call New Zealand (since it's tomorrow there!) to find out who won the election): "Oh, man, I feel like I'm talking to a child. Will someone please explain to David how time zones work?"
Steve: "Do you think the Church will have a problem with me teaching a class called 'Isaiah as I See It'?"
David (on California weather): "The warm rain means it's acid rain."
Rochelle (Who is in my Wordless Wednesday Space Mountain photo): "I don't want to be wordless! Too many words can fill the imagination when it's wordless!"
Kristy (how I almost hit a pedestrian...well, not even close, but I could have...if I hadn't stopped): "She looks too trendy to be alive." Rachel: "Is that how you feel about me?"
Rachel: "Oh, like you haven't spilled ice cream in your car before." (I still have ice cream residue from over a year ago...)
Rachel: "Do you want to come watch people make out with us?"
Dave (at the Provo temple): "People don't fornicate here; people propose here."
Dave: "My language is not representing me well tonight." (truer words never spoken)
Dave: "Look at all those happy people not trapped in cars."
Michael (on me wanting to believe my computer makes ticking noises to keep time, not because it's about to die): "There's nothing like ignorance to sooth the mind."
Allie (dating philosophy): "No way am I having kids with a guy who can't french kiss."
Michael: "I can't imagine kissing someone who had tried that lip balm."
Daniel: "My internet is communist and screens my messages."
Summer: "I love how quickly the Church does things. Like cash your tithing checks."
Melanie: "Now I will live my life in Italics because people who write in Italics are sadder than those who write in normal font." (I made her emo.)
Kymberli (to a friend who didn't want to hear any more dating talks): "You are not allowed to say you're sick of talks on dating until you're 31, moved out of the singles ward and had your chance."
Kymberli (on employee status): "She's more than exempt, she's practically translated."
Mike (on what to do when his phone - with a really catchy tune - rings): "Don't dance, run!"