Pseudo New Yorker

Legal humor here.

“Just keep ‘em coming, sis. Daddy knows when to quit.”

“It’s not the coffee, dollface. It’s you.”

“Sandra, I’ve been wanting to tell you this for awhile. I don’t come here for the coffee.”

“We’re all sine waves, really. I just need damping more than most.”

Yes, today was going to be the big day. But now I have to deal with the fact that today isn’t going to be the big day, which is just as bad.”

“I know you must get this all the time, but you can really handle a coffee pot.”

“It’s Ruby, isn’t it? I can call you that, can’t I? I guess I just can’t keep my eyes off that hairnet.”

“Oh, hell, yes. I’ll drink three cups a day sometimes, if I feel like it. Even four. I can take it, and I can leave it alone.”

“Fill it right up to the top. And this time around, don’t be so stingy with the marshmallows.”

“Well, yes, that’s true. But suppose we both instantly accelerated to the speed of light? Then this moment would last forever.”