Celia: I said once that Nick Harper would be able to tell the difference between one space and two spaces after a period.
Greg: Anyone can do that. That’s easy.
Celia: No, I mean at the end of a paragraph.
Celia: Nick was here?
Alan: Yeah, he showed up this morning.
Celia: I didn’t know that. It wasn’t part of Michael’s tweeting.
Alan: Michael was live tweeting production?
Jonathan: Lie tweeting?
(Emily is complaining about an article in Forum to Josh)
Emily: It made me want to cry.
Celia: It’s okay. He gets it.
Emily: I’m motivating him!
Jonathan: Apparently smelling tears lowers testosterone.
Emily: I’m going to cry and you’ll die!
(The discussion goes to how women supposedly find men more attractive when they’re sweaty.)
Celia: I like my men to work out in secret. And come to me freshly showered.
Celia: Okay, everyone. Qdoba is coming at 3 today.
Emily: We’re having brunch!
Celia: I had a moment my freshman year when I had smooth jazz on and one of my neighbors came over. It was really awkward… just me and him alone in my room with smooth jazz.
Daniel: Whoa, it’s already typed out for me. Did you do that with your mind?
Celia: Where do you want me to sit? Or be?
Patrick: I want you to b…. do you want to restrain Emily? Or Christa?
(Michael walks up to the photo computer, where Celia is editing photos)
Celia: Hello dear.
(Michael reaches for the keyboard)
Michael (flailing): Grah rar rah, grah rar rah, grah rar rah, grah rar rah.
Celia: Fine, here.
Michael: Celia, are you an electrical and chemical engineer?
Michael: If we quote you and Rebecca and stuck them together, would you be an electrical and chemical engineer?
Celia: Emily, Michael says you have no heart.
Emily: Aww, thanks Michael. You understand me! That’s why I’m your protege.
Michael: I don’t think that means what you think it means.
Emily: That’s why I’m your child? Your spawn of demons? Your demon spawn?