Sean/Shaun had beaten a few political pollsters to death before he realized that fake blood would work just as well to decorate his cricket bat.
Gorbachev: In Soviet Russia, toilet throws up in you! Ha! Wait, where are you going?
Deformed Death, Patch the Pirate and Scuba Steve all took a well earned break from discussion of their alliteration costume club.
The Bride: If I told you once, I told you a thousand times: Never stick gum behind your ear, it'll just get tangled in your hair again.
Sean: So, you're only half zombie on your father's side, I see. I guess that's alright then. I won't bash in your skull. But would you mind terribly if I shoved you down a flight of stairs? I have a reputation to keep, you understand.
Madeline: Oh real funny guys! Who put calf brains in my vodka tonic?
Phil of Volta do Mar sings ballads about lost love, twenty-something angst, and erotic furry chatrooms.
Discovering that stockings make "package" adjustments extra tricky.
Marcus - A rugby thug, carrying an american football, wearing an 80's wristband. Costume confusion finds a new king.
Jen's clever use of a gypsy head scarf foiled Madeline's veracious appetite.
Daphne had never seen someone open a beer bottle with their eye before. She had once seen Velma open a can of pringles with her...oh, I've said too much.
Tracy knew that a lowly Ewok couldn't hope to make it with Sexy Bo Peep, but she wanted to get on that like a Jawa at a garage sale.
Madeline belonged to the 'zombies that brush' group on yahoo. Eating human brains isn't a reason to abandon good dental hygiene.
Hardcore gypsy thugs 4 life.
