the Distributed MST3K Annotation Project

<Joel, to dancing teens> Everybody do the DORK!

<Joel> I think I know one bright young singer who's hopped up on goofballs right now.

<Joel> Oh yeah, feel good about kicking a fish's butt.

<Servo> Hey, look at this: "White People Voted the Best People on Earth."

<Dr. F> We don't want you to pray *for* us, we want you to pray *to* us, isn't that right, Frank? <TV's Frank> DON'T LOOK AT ME! I said NEVER LOOK AT ME! MOMMY!

<Servo> Now you set fire to the Walt Whitmans, and I'll burn the Catcher In the Ryes. <Crow> Come on you ho-daddies, let's burn some books!

<Servo> Cue the made-for-tv music.

<Joel> You know, I bet he's so stoned right now- I bet he thinks he's at The Apollo or something.

<Joel> Nice measurements! 36-2-85!

<Crow> Now that's what I call art! Scantily clad women and Huey Lewis on the radio!

<Crow> This film was funded by the Utah Film Board!

<Servo, as singer> I'm gonna quit this band, and start a career in music!

<Servo> Any resemblence to a real action sequence is purely coincidental.

<Servo> Throw another Beach Boy on the fire!

<Joel, as creepy girl> I'd like to make their scene but, they're a little weird and... Hey fishy, fishy, fishy... Come here little fishy fishy!

<Lawrence> You just can't trust a kid who don't follow baseball. <Joel> Or trust a guy with a dumb Crayola hat.

<Miss Bunny> You ever do any diving, Don? <Joel> Oh *YEAH*!

<Miss Bunny> Hang on to my wing. <Don Pringle> Anything you say, teacher! <Miss Bunny> Down, boy! You've got the wrong sport. <Don Pringle> When does it become the right sport? <Crow> When ESPN merges with the Playboy channel, NOW GET UNDERWATER!

<Joel, Crow and Servo chanting> Burn the witch, burn the witch, we shall cleanse the earth with fire.

<Joel> Say, that gangplank really gave you what-for, friend.

<Joel> Look, it's the William Burroughs figurehead!

<Crow> Meanwhile, in a dark, impenetrable void, Jean-Paul Sartre was a-movin' and a-groovin'.

<Joel> Hey, if those dancers are on top of dumpsters, are they white trash?

<Dr. Forrester> Push the button, Martha Stewart.

<Crow> By this time my -- <Joel> Hey, come on now, just lay off. <Crow> Okay.

<Larry> How come a millionaire like Dino Lakopolous wants to be a crook? <Joel> 'Cause he's unscropolous!

<TV's Frank> Thank you, Tommy Kirk, for teaching us to laugh about love... again.

<Crow> You know how to whistle, don't you? Just put your lips together and cut to the boat.

<Joel> Hey, keep 'em comin'. Monkey-love-pile on me!