Me: (holding a glass of chia seed water) This will be our poo potion.
Andy: Do not call it that.
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Andy: I don’t believe in curses, except for the one Scott is afflicted by.
Andy: Wes just hits whatever with whichever hand.
Gurjant: Oh wow, are you amphibious, dude?
Me: Who am I? Why am I like this?
Andy: Okay, let’s get you to bed.
Andy: Is he Chinese?
Me: Senator, he’s Singaporean.
Andy: You gotta remove two: pho, bubble tea, hot pot, racism, dim sum, korean barbecue.
Roy: Gurjant would remove pho twice.
Gurjant: I would remove pho twice.
Andy: Why am I so tired?!?!
Me: PV = nRT, babe.
Andy: That’s the ideal gas law.
(Discussing Midsommar)
Becca: I want to be the guy that leaves.
Andy: (stares)
Becca: Oh wait, did he die?
Andy: EVERYBODY dies.
Andy: Oh no, my lobster’s too buttery and my steak too juicy—
Jess: And my ass too fat! Is that part of it?
Andy: Are drugs vegan? I think they are!
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