Teeny Biki: Jack? McCoy: Yes hon? Teeny Biki: Mhmm, I'm ready, but answer me this first. McCoy: Yes hon? Teeny Biki: God you're big. McCoy: Yes hon? Teeny Biki: Now that we know the Egyptians knew the world was round like the eggs I'm holding in my left hand . . . McCoy: Yes hon? Teeny Biki: What if there really *are* alien extra-terrestrials feeding them the information. McCoy: Look at me when you do that, wow! Teeny Biki: Hon !!!! McCoy: Okay, okay, I know that because of the Peruvians, Incas, and the Aztecs. Whereever they drew ants in the sand. Teeny Biki: Hmmmm. Mmmm. Hmmmm. Mmmmm. McCoy: I love the thoughtful pouty expression on your face when you consider my gargantuan thesis. Teeny Biki: I'm not thinking about your thesis, I'm thinking about mine. McCoy: Can I come now? Gawd, it's awesome !!!! Teeny Biki: You dirty, dirty man. Yes, darling, then if there were really eatees there would be no need to draw ants in the sand. McCoy: Aauuuugghh, yeaaaaaaaaah. That's right. Teeny Biki: Glllllp! Mnngh. You're awsrrmmlll, gllp. McCoy: Don't talk with your mouth full. It's not polite. And make me a peanut butter and banana sandwich too, next time.
[he always does that] [yeah] [so stupid] [yah] [Easter Island just cracks me up] [me too]
