"You're welcome."
"I think that person has a concussion. And wet hair."
Heels out and happy.
"Can they tell I didn't iron my shirt? They can't tell, it's fine."
"My shirt? No wrinkles. Because I'm a professional!"
"When did we become a fashion conscious rock band?"
Relaxed fit. With pleats.
"Looking this good cost a lot of cheddar. Moolah. Scrilla. Bucks. Scratch. Coin. Clams. Paper. Dead Presidents. Cash. You get me?"
"I like clams. And shrimp. That sauce. Oh baby."
"He just unironically said 'clams' for money, didn't he."
"I could go for some sushi right now. So much wasabi that it makes my eyes water."
"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."
"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?"
"Like, did that finger come from Denver? Or did someone lose it earlier? How did they not know?"
