(At a soup-themed retirement party)
Me: Is this Pony [by Ginuwine]?
Becca: (dj-ing) Yes.
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Andy: He has no fashion sense, he looks like he robbed an H&M mannequin from ten years ago.
Me: Are you trying out or are you judging?
Fab: I’m always judging.
Scott: I’ve never been such a big hater in my life, I think. I found new ways to be happy.
Chungie: You guys can stay as long as you want, just don’t make me play Scrabble.
German Colleague: We have a new saying, a British Exit, where you say you will leave but won’t.
Khalil: You guys should get divorced, then married again so I can come to the wedding.
Me: (holding a glass of chia seed water) This will be our poo potion.
Andy: Do not call it that.
Selby: The pain and affliction that Jack Antonoff has brought.
Becca: It’s unique, I’ll give it that. Uniquely hateable.
