Iris: Where are those shot glasses I bought for you from Peru?
Kevin: Oh, okay!
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Iris: You know what makes me sad? Alaska. People live there, you know.
Iris: One time, I was late because Dad forgot me in the car.
Iris: I can bring some of the Halloween candy for my coworkers.
Dad: (in Chinese) Don’t bring it for other people, what if it’s poisoned? Then you’ll get accused of (in English) mur-der.
Iris: Damn, I thought it was coming back.
Me: It’s okay, some things in life you just have to let go–
Iris: NO I WANT IT NO
Iris: If you want one, you can just ask.
Me: He’s a strong independent woman, Iris, leave him alone.
Kevin: YEAH
Me: It’s not like she has no shape!
Iris: Yeah, she’s round. Circle is a shape.
Iris: So there’s a member of staff there I don’t like.
Me: Is it that guy?
Iris: With the pony tail?
Me: I think we’re talking about the same guy.
Iris: Yeah. I looked him up later on the staff directory and he wrote, “I love meeting new people.” And I’m like, “no you don’t, you lying piece of shit.”
Me: Close the door so he can’t escape.
Iris: Kubi or dad?
Iris: Wannabe thugs. The worst kind of thug.
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