If you can’t handle intense, one-of-a-kind humor, go here.
“Sorry, this is the last one. Everyone loves the symbolism, but you’re falling way, way behind.”
“Reflections on the Revolution in France? Hey, talk about your irony!”
“See, Jerry, writing a tell-all novel about the firm wasn’t so funny after all. Be at your desk on Monday at seven AM sharp wearing a suit. Or don’t be there at all.”
“This is the Crittenden account. For what I went through, I wonder if you could burn it at the stake.”
“I can’t read this. It’s a hundred fucking pages long! Why do they give me this crap when they know I’m not going to read it?”
“Boil this one down to a thousand words, tops. The chairman’s going to be at the board meeting, and I’ve got to scintillate.”
“I don’t care if it’s got staples in it! Goddamn it! Just get it done!”
“See this? It represents five years of my life. But you know what? I’m better off without it.”
“Skip the attitude, girlfriend. Get it right or you’ll be wearing a tutu.”
“You’d like a new blade? Yeah, well, I’d like a new computer. You’ll get a new blade when management thinks you need one, Jerry. In the meantime, just do your damn job.”
