I went to Doolittle's with ivana_duboise and <user site="livejo

[cosmolinguist]

Darren: I have to put my car in reverse to get my keys out.

Jenn: I wanna hit you with my fork. Then I'm gonna spork you with my knife.

Maniacola (that was Darren, of course)

menu molestation (that was Jenn; she loves the word molestation)

snort root beer fumes (Jenn--there's pictorial evidence of this, too)

Darren: Parmesan is the Aryan race of cheese.

Jenn: I'm straight and I don't even ask where all the cute guys are.

Darren: You're not full. You're not. I'm paying for this. You're not full. (later, he added "She did eat a little more, but it was cheesecake")

Jenn: Have you ever had a fajita up your nose, Darren? (picture of this, too)

Jenn: I love you, Darren.
Darren: I'm not eating that.

Darren: I don't want to be regurgitated.

Darren: I can eat! I have motor skills.

Jenn: I hate you!
Darren: Same!

Darren: It's gone from kumquat to watermelon! (concerning Jenn's stomach)

Tubby McTubster (why he said that, I don't know)

Darren: Stop dolloping that!

Jenn: Lick my stinky fork. (Darren would like to point out here that it was a knife.)

Darren: It's a uni-cheesecake! No, a unicorncake!

I have more, but I wrote them on a piece of cardboard that's still in Darren's car. Maybe I'll add them later.