Becca: He was like, I’ve never had a bad interaction with anyone before, and I was like wow, check your privilege.
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Chris: This? What is this? This is the list of ingredients for the cake? Sounds like a bowl of oatmeal!
Andy: You don’t get any now.
Chris: That might be okay.
Prit: We go to open houses and spy on the agents for each other.
Dustin: You’ll think about this on a night when there’s nothing to do and think it’s a pretty good idea. Better than dyeing your hair—
Fab: Hey.
Me: Why didn’t you guess tuba?
Scott: Tuba’s wack.
Andy: Ed plays tuba.
Fab: You’re like 15 minutes away from building a bunker.
Me: I would if I could! The good ones are several million.
Fab: You… looked..?
Becca: The glizzies here are kinda overrated. In fact, they’re even really glizzies. You know?
Sinyi: His fine motor skills are not there.
Me: How’s his handwriting?
Sinyi: Boy.
Me: Was my wedding hair giving Amish man sideburns?
Andy: I’m not going to entertain this conversation.
Becca: I’ve never heard that song before. I’m the first of my bloodline.
