Tahlvin Will Probably Kill This Unkillable Thread

[Mike]

Martini. Hugged, not stirred.

[Tahlvin]

Hugs. I'm lovin' it!

[Mike]

There's no hugging in baseball!

[Stan]

There's a hug on the play.

[Tahlvin]

To hug, or not to hug, that is the question.

[Mike]

Luke, I hugged your father.

[Tahlvin]

May the hugs be with you.

[Eliahad]

What we have here is a failure to hug.

[Mike]

Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my hug.

[Tahlvin]

I'm sick and tired of these motherfuckin' hugs on this motherfuckin' plane!

[Kyle]

Hug check. Sound off.

[Tahlvin]

I feel the need, the need for hugs.

[Mike]

Hug me, Seymour!

[Tahlvin]

Are you ready to be hugged, man? I see you rolled your way into the semis. Dios mio, man. Liam and me, we're gonna hug you up.

[Mike]

Well, I believe in the soul, the cock, the pussy, the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet hugs that last three days.

[Tahlvin]

If you hug it, he will come.

[Mike]

[Kyle]

And God said, “Let there be hugs,” and there were hugs. God saw that the hugs were good, and he separated the hugs from the darkness. God called the hugs “hugs,” and the darkness he called “night.” And there was evening, and there was hugs—the first day.

[Tahlvin]

Space: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Its continuing mission: to explore strange new worlds. To seek out new life and new civilizations. To boldly hug where no one has hugged before!

[Stan]

Don't put all your hugs in one bathroom.