“This totally looks like beer.”
“I know. Think we should act drunk?”
“If we think it is beer, and we think hard enough, we just might be drunk for reals.”
Like hauling away evid-…trash.
Attending Extravaganza backstage and knowing you don’t have any responsibilities.
Just having a grand ole time.
Doing the dance.
“Worth it.”
“Is that Z note? Hey, who messed with my pages?!”
Used a lyric so dirty she had to hide her face.
“I’m not sure I’m comfortable with the frequency with which ‘murder’ is talked about here."
“Delicious delicious murder.”
“Now I’m thinking of cow murder. Thanks a lot.”
“Why did you say that?”
“The saddest thing is when a baby cow asks his mom what he can grow up to be. She says he can be anything he wants, as long as it’s a hamburger pattie.”
“Is it unused baby shoes? That’s my bet.”
