Go, unbalanced gay boy, go!

Sometimes I hear people say stuff on the teevee (usually the reality kind) that I so, so, SO want to claim as my own. Case in point: So You Think You Can Dance. Lately they've been filling time with the standard "embarrassing audition" footage that William Hung made so famous. I like that stuff all right but after the seventh round of predictable belittling it gets a touch old.

Until this dude showed up.

Two words: Flaming. Mink. Dude was as fabulous as fabulous could be, strolling onstage with a stole tossed over his dance clothes. With an entrance like that, he had me at "Where can I hang my mink?" Then he danced. Seeing as how we were watching the Worst Of part of the evening it was, of course, awful.

But then - but then! The judges proceeded to rain on his parade and he FREAKED! Freaked as only a dancing queen with a ratty mink can freak! He was so mad I think I saw spittle! How dare they tell him he can't dance! How dare they!

"I EXUBERATED FANTASTICISMS!"

I think I saw stars, it was so beautiful. "I exuberated fantasticisms!" Feel it in your mouth. It's good, right? I desperately, desperately want to add this to my arsenal but I'm afraid. Afraid I'll get so used to it that I'll forget that I saw it on national television and use it in my writing and it'll turn into a whole big fiasco like what's-her-name "I went to Harvard" with the plagerism and I don't want none of that.

What's the time limit on intellectual property? Or more to the point, when can I have that sentence? Please tell me I can have that sentence. My world needs that sentence.