Pseudo New Yorker

Legal humor here.

“This is a very Cro-Magnon ambience.”

“No, I’m not hinting. But I guess I am suggesting.”

“He says he loves Grey Goose, as long as it comes in a bottle.”

“Polygamy, polyandry. Aren’t these just words?”

“But whenever I need a mammoth killed, I’ll definitely be thinking of you.”

“Apparently, there’s a whole tribe of them on the other island.”

“You see, Harry. I haven’t just changed. I’ve evolved. And, frankly, you haven’t.”

“He says he’ll paint the place for free if I learn how to cook tripe à la mode de Caen.”

“He’s the first man I’ve ever met who wasn’t named ‘Og,’ and, frankly, that means a lot to me.”

“He thinks that with our location we ought to be aiming for the supper-club crowd.”