Code's on you

As far as I can tell, most of the guys on my side of the office write code for a living. Yesterday, there were some Brokeback Mountain jokes floating around the office. "Brokeback Coding," was one. The other was, "I can't quit this code."

I sent Curly an IM today informing her of this, and we had, how do you say? A field day. Here's what we came up with, in its entirety:

"SHOW ME THE CODE!"
"Code is like a box of chocolates."
"Can't code this."
"COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODE!" (instead of, "STEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLA!")
"May the code be with you."
"The code is out there."
"Luke, I am your coder."
"I want you to take that code and hold it between your knees."
"Code me gently with a chainsaw"
"Follow the yellow brick code."
"Luco Brazi sleeps with the coders."
"I coulda been a coder."
"Frankly Scarlett, I don't give a code."
"Of all the gin joints in the world, why did this code have to walk into mine?"
"Go ahead, make my code."
"If you build it, they will code."
"Code... why'd it have to be code?"
"E.T. code home."
"We're going to need a bigger code."
"You can't handle the code!"
"Code? We don't need no stinking code!"

And my favorite: Hey, can you Photshop Ace Young's face on a picture of Freddie Mercury in a unitard?

Okay, that last one had nothing to do with code, but I couldn't not share it.