Pseudo New Yorker

Legal humor here.

“Yes, he is a by the numbers guy. And, for your information, by the numbers happens to be fabulous.”

“You define ‘prosaic,’ Jerry. You define it. And for that very reason, you cannot understand the allure of mystery.”

“By completing him, I complete myself. “

“Le cœur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît pas, Jerry. That’s Pascal, by the way.”

“What can I say? He started reciting ‘How do I love thee? Let me count the ways,’ and, well, one thing led to another.”

“Don’t give me that look. You know I can’t resist a smooth-talking accountant.”

“Some of us don’t want poetry, Jerry. Some of us want data.”

“He told me I couldn’t divide by zero, and I just had to prove him wrong.”

“Don’t be finite with me, Jerry. You know I hate it when you’re finite.”

“Well, after he explained Euclid’s proof of the infinitude of primes to me, I couldn’t just stand there with my mouth open, could I?”