“ “Yes, Frank, I did sell the damn building. Any more damn questions?”
“I take it we’re unanimous on the whole Ex-Grav thing?”
“They can levitate us, but they can’t scare us. Because they can only use their power for good. So, if you think about it, they’re really hoist on their own petard.”
“Impressive, Joan, but where’s the espresso machine?”
“It goes ‘peas, peas, peas, peas, eatin’ goober peas.’ That’s all I’m going to tell you, because that’s all you need to know.”
“I don’t know about you guys, but I’ve got Miley Cyrus on my mind, on my mind, I’ve got Miley Cyrus on my mind.”
“No, we aren’t in Kansas any more, but this isn’t exactly Oz either. For one thing, where are all the emeralds?”
“Yes, Frank, you can spit a mile. But why else would someone want to shop at Helium Office Supplies?”
“If no one objects, I’d like to dispense with the traditional singing of ‘Eight Miles High.’ I mean, we’ve been doing this for three years now.”
“Yes and no, Bob, yes and no. Yes, the Manhattan real estate market has grown increasingly predatory, and no, I don’t think we have been caught napping.”
