"Who's she supposed to be, Catherine The Great?"..."I dunno, does she own a horse?"
"Well, I suppose you could ask Count Blackula over there..."
"Hmmm, we seem to be being invaded by cannibal headhunters."
"Great Goddess, did you see the size of that ass?"..."Where, I can't see?"..."That's because the ass is in your way!"
"What is THAT?"..."It appears to be 300 pounds of cookie dough in a leather biker mama outfit."
"Hey, I think that's Egon from Ghostbusters!"..."NO, I'm willling to bet Egon can dance better and doesn't own a PVC priest coat."
"His alliteration does not impress me...I wish he'd just shut the hell up, he's stretching."
"AN-GEL! AN-GEL! AN-GEL! AN-GEL!"
"Hey, don't we work with her?"..."Yeah, and I'm never gonna look at her the same again."
"Well, if *I'D* paid for those tits, I'd show them off, too."
"Dear God, it's Meat Loaf!"
"OK, well, we've identified every cast member of 'The Matrix', now I'm OK."
"Does he have a hanger on his head?"..."Not sure, but I'm waiting for that chick to start doing semaphore."
"Oh, goodie, now we get to hear all their goth-y names."
"He's everything? Everything except intelligent, I guess."
"No biggie, a damp sponge and you'll be fine. And, yes, I recognized you."
"No thanks, I can be bored and ignored at home."
"I don't care if she has a boyfriend, I wouldn't get any anyway."
"Are you guys with the press?"
"Hey, look, it's the lost member of Slipknot!"
"It's not that I like them, but I have to cheer, they are from Texas."
Well, you get the idea...or maybe you're just confused, or maybe you are giggling, I dunno.