"All right, fine, I'll be a dwarf, but my name is Carlos."
So I love doing picspams for things that I have a great deal of interest in, and also love getting people hooked on shows. It's been two and a half years since I did a picspam for Freaks and Geeks so I think it's about time for another one. This is one of my all-time favorite shows, I rewatch episodes a lot. In a nutshell, the show is a drama-comedy (most of the quotes I picked were humorous, but it's not a sitcom or anything, it's definitely more of a 'dramedy') it centers around Lindsay Weir and her brother Sam (they have a subtle, but close sibling bond that at times reminds me of the bond between my brother and I, only I would be Sam and my brother would be Lindsay) and their respective friends, the freaks and the geeks.
If you watch the show, then enjoy the nostalgia. If you don't watch, hopefully this piques your interest. And really, if you don't watch, you need to. 'Nuff said.
QUOTES
Neal: "The dance is tomorrow. She's a cheerleader. You've seen Star Wars 27 times. You do the math."
Mr. Rosso: "You're our best Mathlete."
Lindsay: "Please don't say that."
Nick: "Teachers want us to work, and I say, 'Fine, I'll work. But you've gotta let me do the kind of work that I wanna do.' And for me, it's my drum kit, man. This is my passion. This is the essence of who I am now. But before I had this, I was lost, too. You see what I'm saying? You need to find your reason for living. You've gotta find your big, gigantic drum kit."
Mr. Weir: "I used to have a friend who smoked, you know what happened to him? He died!"
Lindsay: "All my new friends think I'm some goody-two-shoes and all my old friends think I'm throwing my life away. What the hell am I supposed to do?"
Mr. Weir: "Elvis didn't expectorate on his fans."
Sam: "No. But he died on the toilet."
Mr. Weir: "Well, that's paradise compared to where the Sex Pistols are gonna end up."
Daniel: "I love being told not to drink by a pot-head hippie guidance counselor."
Neal: "Bill, Dallas sucks."
Bill: "You suck! Dallas rules!"
Lindsay: "Hey, Bill. Get up. That's how the drummer from Led Zeppelin died."
Mr. Weir: "Last time I had this much fun, I was pinned down in a foxhole by the North Koreans."
Millie: "She does it."
Lindsay: "What do you mean, it?"
Millie: "She fornicates it!"
Sam: "Will girls ever like us?"
Neal: "I think our best play is to go for the smart, sexy librarian type."
Daniel: "Rock 'n roll don't come from your brain. It comes from your crotch."
Bill: "It wasn't a squeak. It was the sound of cheese being cut."
Bill: "Fredericks, you're a turd...a stinky f-fat turd. Go sniff a jock strap, you poop head. You love patting boys' butts...butt...you butt-patter! You're a perv and a loser and a stinky t-turd!"
Mr. Weir: "You think I don't appreciate you? Well, I do. Everything I do I do to serve you. I think of you when I'm stocking fishing poles. I think of you when I'm answering questions about cross country ski wax. My whole life is about serving you. And I love you, Jean."
Neal: "So I wake up this morning, and guess what's sitting at the foot of my bed?"
Bill: "A turd?"
Neal: "Yes Bill, a turd."
Daniel: "All right, fine, I'll be a dwarf, but my name is Carlos."
Bill: "Carlos the dwarf?"
Daniel: "Yeah, you got a problem with that, Gorthon?"
Sam: "I don't need another friend. I already have two."
Lindsay: "We're all unhappy. That's the thing about life."
Bill: "No, these are not bionic...these are all me."
Lindsay: "Mr. Rosso, Nick and I are just friends."
Mr. Rosso: "Hey, no need to explain anything to me. I got it on in a van at Woodstock."
If you watch the show, then enjoy the nostalgia. If you don't watch, hopefully this piques your interest. And really, if you don't watch, you need to. 'Nuff said.
QUOTES
Neal: "The dance is tomorrow. She's a cheerleader. You've seen Star Wars 27 times. You do the math."
Mr. Rosso: "You're our best Mathlete."
Lindsay: "Please don't say that."
Nick: "Teachers want us to work, and I say, 'Fine, I'll work. But you've gotta let me do the kind of work that I wanna do.' And for me, it's my drum kit, man. This is my passion. This is the essence of who I am now. But before I had this, I was lost, too. You see what I'm saying? You need to find your reason for living. You've gotta find your big, gigantic drum kit."
Mr. Weir: "I used to have a friend who smoked, you know what happened to him? He died!"
Lindsay: "All my new friends think I'm some goody-two-shoes and all my old friends think I'm throwing my life away. What the hell am I supposed to do?"
Mr. Weir: "Elvis didn't expectorate on his fans."
Sam: "No. But he died on the toilet."
Mr. Weir: "Well, that's paradise compared to where the Sex Pistols are gonna end up."
Daniel: "I love being told not to drink by a pot-head hippie guidance counselor."
Neal: "Bill, Dallas sucks."
Bill: "You suck! Dallas rules!"
Lindsay: "Hey, Bill. Get up. That's how the drummer from Led Zeppelin died."
Mr. Weir: "Last time I had this much fun, I was pinned down in a foxhole by the North Koreans."
Millie: "She does it."
Lindsay: "What do you mean, it?"
Millie: "She fornicates it!"
Sam: "Will girls ever like us?"
Neal: "I think our best play is to go for the smart, sexy librarian type."
Daniel: "Rock 'n roll don't come from your brain. It comes from your crotch."
Bill: "It wasn't a squeak. It was the sound of cheese being cut."
Bill: "Fredericks, you're a turd...a stinky f-fat turd. Go sniff a jock strap, you poop head. You love patting boys' butts...butt...you butt-patter! You're a perv and a loser and a stinky t-turd!"
Mr. Weir: "You think I don't appreciate you? Well, I do. Everything I do I do to serve you. I think of you when I'm stocking fishing poles. I think of you when I'm answering questions about cross country ski wax. My whole life is about serving you. And I love you, Jean."
Neal: "So I wake up this morning, and guess what's sitting at the foot of my bed?"
Bill: "A turd?"
Neal: "Yes Bill, a turd."
Daniel: "All right, fine, I'll be a dwarf, but my name is Carlos."
Bill: "Carlos the dwarf?"
Daniel: "Yeah, you got a problem with that, Gorthon?"
Sam: "I don't need another friend. I already have two."
Lindsay: "We're all unhappy. That's the thing about life."
Bill: "No, these are not bionic...these are all me."
Lindsay: "Mr. Rosso, Nick and I are just friends."
Mr. Rosso: "Hey, no need to explain anything to me. I got it on in a van at Woodstock."