I started to respond to you, but I lost the will to deal with.... whatever this is.

Michael: “I left this tip box out all day, so you guys could give me tips on how to be a better manager, tell me how you feel, or you know, just how great I am. Dwight, read me one of the slips.”

I’m white, I’m male. I’ll take a bribe. Why is no one lining up to bribe me? Oh, I just had to go into teaching. Well, that’ll learn me.

Well, you didn’t answer the question? Is it the Deep State?

Really? I find drugs strengthen and deepen my empathy, and hence, my morality.

“once jumped into the homestretch of a girls’ track race, evidently to prove male athletic superiority.”

I would.... not come swinging at April Ryan. April Ryan looks at me funny, and I roll over and play dead.

She seems like a smart kid, on a bunch of levels.

“1rst”? You saved one letter?

I’d buy Sean a beer at Pawtucket.

I really need to read that R&H book.

D!

Isha, this is petty. I expect better from you.

I’m an innocent bystander
Somehow I got stuck
Between a rock and a hard place
And I’m down on my luck

Fake News. William D. Budinger, William and Flora Hewlett, Mr. McMullin and Ms. [Mandy] Finn? These are made-up names from a game of The Sims — WASP Edition.

What, now I can’t hate on Lebron? He’s actually a cool, thoughtful guy, and extraordinarily talented?

It’s like John Waters said, if they don’t have a painting celebrating the electrification of the Soviet Union over their bed, don’t fuck them.

No! Not doors, that’s the whole problem! Door. Just one door.

Well, I neither need nor can afford a car, but now I’m figuring out how to put some aside for a Mitsuoka.

We use the same words, but they mean different things.