"The Good, the Bad and the Wealthy"

DMD: "Come along, Mr. Mallory. You can play in the dung again later."	TemporalFlux: On Texas world, the crying Mutual of Omaha Indian was replaced with a man who just shot polluters.	Recall317: You've heard of Hoovervilles? Welcome to Bushburroughs.	DMD: "Only eighteen different steaks? I already dislike this world."
PunkRockDave: "I call wealthy!"	Recall317: Hey, I know the show is hard to watch sometimes, but come on...	TemporalFlux: After hours of practice, Jerry finally perfected the "smug pain" expression.	mst3k_rules: "HAH! You ACTUALLY thought I was gonna kill myseeEEEEEEELF!!!!!!"
Recall317: "I just wanted to touch the man who ate thirty pounds of gristle."	Blinker: Shadow Dog's Lair of Lifetime Channel Pain	DMD: "Like the new desk? I got it special for my secretary. She said she was too cramped kneeling under the old one."	Recall317: "Look, Dottie, I'll prove it to you. [shouts] The stars at night are big and bright..." "HERE IN THE HEART OF TEXAS!"
DMD: "... and so I said, 'we don't have time.' Bwahahahaha!"	Recall317: The prop guys went all out on this one.	DMD: "So I finally told Dave, 'who needs you? All I need is Bopper and a jar of peanut butter.'"	Recall317: "Dang, shot my pancreas again!"
DMD: "So have I slept with you yet? It's in my contract, y'know."	Blinker: "Molina, Moloney, Molson... I don't get it, Professor; there don't seem to be ANY Molaudians in the White Pages."	Recall317: "You think you can do a better Chris Isaak impression?"	Recall317: "That is impressive. But can you top my Al Gore?"
warsire: "All right, a whole box of donuts! Get my shots ready, honey, cuz I'm about to go into shock!"	Recall317: You too can have liberty if you vote Republican. Call now to make your reservation.	DMD: "...and, if you act now, I'll send you an autographed scan of my colon! Those years of eating oatmeal really paid off!"	warsire: You know how many times I've seen Rembrandt in this pose on the caption screen in the last few hours? Does he have a different look, ever?
Recall317: JRD, essentially having no role anyway, takes an impromptu nap.	Recall317: When one horribly mutated worm isn't enough...	warsire: Just found out this world can inject lard directly into the veins.	DMD: Where will you be when your laxative kicks in?
Recall317: Just learned there are actually 13 donuts in a baker's dozen.	Recall317: The Incredible Arturo to the rescue! "Prof SMASH!"	warsire: "Here are the pictures you had taken in women's panties. The girls and I had a good laugh looking at them."	TemporalFlux: "No, you heard right. You become a sex fiend after a parasite possesses you or else. John?" The real reason JRD was fired.
Callie21V: "If you would possibly stop Wittering for a moment, woman, I might have a chance to think!"	Recall317: Just one more of the benefits of working for Big Evil.	DMD: "Gee, Jerry. I'd always imagined it'd be bigger than that." The real reason Sabrina Lloyd was fired.	Recall317: Quinn: "You and your son must just hang out in this square all day..."
TemporalFlux: "Ya know, Mallory... I put that money on the counter for the barkeep."	Recall317: "Why'd you shoot that man?" "He didn't have any twos." Go Fish: Texas Style.	Real_Slider: "Okay, can I turn around now?"	Recall317: "You didn't tell me I'd get my own pony!"
Recall317: "How about James Woods? Can you do James Woods?"	Recall317: "Nah, boss, but I can do a decent Claude Brooks."	warsire: Warning: capping of Sliders may cause drain bamage.	TemporalFlux: Due to an overdose of anti-wrinkle cream, Mel Tormé was forced to play this role while waiting for the effects to wear off.
Recall317: "You're a naïve little thing, aren't you?"	Real_Slider: "...and I'll have you know there's no water in THIS gun, mister."	Blinker: "So whaddaya say? There'll be less repercussions, and hey, she's blonde!"	Recall317: I've heard of wooden acting, but this kid hasn't moved in the last six frames. He's making O'Connell look vibrant.
Callie21V: At right: love child of Arturo and Michele.	Slider_Quinn21: Where the hell is Doc?	TemporalFlux: "Damn it, boy! Draw out ya gun... not ya gal-dern shirt!"	DMD: Gary Busey: The Sober Year.