Ten More Minutes Club Gifts

'The ideal amount of sleep is 10 minutes more than you've had.'

Dancing at the Clubs.

"The club scene is really changing."

"Would you like to try them out?"

'Only another thirty-four years, five months and fourteen days until I retire.'

"It's not so much the chewing that offends me, it's the mocking of our voices."

Clock watcher

"What next?" "Don't tell me."

'Still doing the work of three people, huh?'

Rooster DJ scratches records during party.

"It's been so long—it's like I'm only gay in theory."

'When you said we were going clubbing, I didn't know you meant History Club, Chess Club and Math Club.'

'Well, if I weigh that much after only putting one foot on, I don't think I have the courage to continue!'

Time-of-the-month club.

"And so it begins... Now where'd I put my dang glasses..."

'If you couldn't get into clubs, what makes you think you can get in here?'

Late again.

'He's here to apply for the bouncer job.'

'...And in local weather, Ken's cologne has clashed with Trish's hair spray, causing a thunder shower over the news desk.'

I'm warning you. My nosy parents are chaperoning. It'll be fine. Eco Club Dance. All they want to do is spy on me. You're safe. You think? Is that Twig? I forgot my night-vision goggles.

Hap's Bar & Grill: 'Stress manager on duty.'

Golf Myth #293--Ball Washer

'Let's switch sides. My feet are killing me.'

Nerd night at the club.

"I'd like to be on time for school but it makes the day too long!"

Cat attending mouse nightclub.

JOIN THE BOY SCOUTS HERE!, ''Trustworthy, friendly, loyal, helpful, kind, courteous, brave, thrifty, obedient and cheerful' -- This is going to look GREAT on my resume!'

'Looking forward to your retirement, Campbell?'

'If I don't love you, Susan, why'd I call you during anytime minutes instead of night and weekend minutes?'

The first rule of Mime Club is: You don't talk about Mime Club.

'305 days until Christmas.'

"You. You. And you."

" 'No!' shouted Mr. Bixbey, slamming his fist down on the table. The floor shook, the walls trembled. Mr. Watson turned ashen. 'Y-y-you m-m-mean w-w-we . . .' The words wouldn't come out. He seemed to choke on each syllable."

The Moron Nightclub: 'Psst! Psst! You can make a quick twenty bucks if you forget the cover charge, look the other way and let us sneak in.'

'The Glee Club meets next door. We're the Deliriously Happy Club!'