Keith: This is the hacker’s army, and I’m Colonel Panic!
Keith: My pants are ringing…
Keith: My brain is egged. Scrambled.
Tim: Do you need more table real estate for that plate?
Keith: I should go into fake estate.
Keith (singing): Algorithms, algorithms
Keith: It’s the algorithm song! Don’t you like the algorithm song?
Keith (singing): Ay el, gee oh arr, eye tee aych em!
Keith: You’re playing KoL… You horrible person. You should go… shoot kittens.
Alan: It’s an asshat. You make it by combining two bum cheeks.
Keith: That’s lovely. In fact, that’s lovely beyond words. So, so lovely.
Keith: I was talking about how I always wanted a pet llama, but my parents would never get me one.
Alan: Good luck.
Keith: I am lucky.
Alan: You’re lucky?
Keith: I think my nose is full of snot.
Keith: I don’t think my nose is irrational.
Alan: The boy with the sheep, and he did this when he lied a lot…
Keith: Little Bo Peep!