the Distributed MST3K Annotation Project

<Joel> Every frame of this movie looks like somebody's last known photograph.

<Joel, as executive leading board meeting> We're gonna have leadership the way my old man told me. YOU put a handkerchief on your head, YOU swat at imaginary elves, YOU rock on the porch all night.

<Crow> Look mommy, the dog is sharp!

<Mike, as Torgo> Just... let... me... get... your... complimentary... Krazy Bread... <Dr. F and Frank> NO!

<Joel> DAH! Flying elves are back!

<Crow> Oh sure, they dissolve to the same scene! Sheesh.

<Joel> Uh... That's not how you wear your depends, Torgo.

<Torgo> I don't know about it... I just don't know. <Servo> I'll... have-to, run-it by my... sales... manager...

<Joel> Shame on you, Dr Forrester! Have you no sense of decency? <Crow> What, what?! Is Torgo Juggling?

<Joel> You know, this scene is strong enough for a manos, but made for a womanos.

<Joel> Oh man, he has got a torg-over.

<Crow> I wish those hands would just push him over!

<Crow> Can you hold that cue card up? What's that say? Oh yeah... ARF.

<Joel, as cop walking back to car> Wanna try some of that kissin', Burt?

<Joel> DO SOMETHING!!!

<Crow, as Manos> Pull my finger!

<Crow> Disconnect with extreme prejudice.

<Boss> The first thing Harry drilled into me... <Crow> was hairy!

<Joel> I'd have one really big flared nostril. And inside would be lots of matted, red hair. Ah!

<Servo> Nipples. Many sizes, many shapes. Some on my back!

<Crow> A tongue the size of a sleeping bag. And my fingers... would fold the other way! Think about it.

<Crow> I'd remove my skin, re-stitch it, and wear it as a cardigan.

<Boss> Sales are the most important thing in this business. <Servo> Seeing as how we're salesmen and all.

<Joel> "Manos: The Hands of Fate" was filmed on location in a vacant lot.

<Servo> So, what are we, about a half hour into this movie? <Joel> Nope... more like a minute.

<Joel> There are many historical sites to view with bemused interest!

<Crow, sobbing> How are we supposed to do a sketch... when we have to watch Manos: The Hands of Fate?!

<Dr. Forrester> The average person on the street has not even begun to conceptualize the horror that is your experiment today, Mr. "Joel Average!"

<Servo, as endless roadside scenery rolls by> Anybody have any Dramamine? *ulp*

<Torgo> There is no way out of here, it will be dark soon. There is no way out of here. <Crow> It'll be dark soon.

<Joel, as cop> You're not filmin' "Manos: Hands of Fate" in our town.

<Servo, as Hal Warren's family is pulled over> Tonight, Manos gets caught in a deadly game of cat and mouse.

<Crow, to Joel> You see this butt? Kick this butt!

<Joel> They like kissing... go figure!

<Margaret> "Wants me?" What kind of talk is that? <Crow> Why, it's oily, sleazy talk!