"I'm kidding. To make it up to you, I've prepared something special. Please look under your seats."
"Man, can we stop talking about this? I've lost my appetite."
"Like, did that finger come from Denver? Or did someone lose it earlier? How did they not know?"
"What is the DEAL with airline food? Ha, but seriously, what's the deal? My lasagna had a human finger in it. That's not normal right?"
"If everyone out there wants to go for sushi after this, please Venmo me $38,000 and we'll figure out ordering when we get there."
"I could go for some sushi right now. So much wasabi that it makes my eyes water."
"He just unironically said 'clams' for money, didn't he."
"I like clams. And shrimp. That sauce. Oh baby."
"Looking this good cost a lot of cheddar. Moolah. Scrilla. Bucks. Scratch. Coin. Clams. Paper. Dead Presidents. Cash. You get me?"
Relaxed fit. With pleats.
"When did we become a fashion conscious rock band?"
"My shirt? No wrinkles. Because I'm a professional!"
"Can they tell I didn't iron my shirt? They can't tell, it's fine."
Heels out and happy.
