(Talking about being copy manager for next year)
Katie: You’ve also established better inter-staff connections, which I think is important. The copy manager needs to be someone who can be like, “This page sucks balls.”
Evan: “What is this shit?!”
Evan (editing Crime and Incident): Ha! Odor of Marijuana is not in Hamerschlag this time. It’s in Mudge.
(Evan flails a bit)
Celia: Are you okay over there?
Evan: Yeah, my hair is just out of place.
Katie: Oh my god, this is the saddest fish I’ve ever seen. It’s called the blobfish. Nobody wants to take it to prom, it’s so sad. It’s facing extinction. That’s probably why it’s sad.
Evan: It looks like shit…
Katie: It’s also inedible by humans.
Celia: Where do you keep your cello?
Evan: In CFA. There’s a cello room.
Anna: For a second, I thought you asked, “Where do you keep your jello?”
Katie: You want to see where I keep my jello? Come back to my place and I’ll show you my jello.
Evan: In-n-out is different as God is different to people.
Evan: No, I like Hammerschlag. There’s a big… bro… bromance going on.
Katie: There’s an aura of bro.
Celia: I’m always dissatisfied with the rice. Last time it was too cilantro-y lime-y. This time it’s not cooked enough.
Evan: Next time it’ll be maggots!
Katie: Patrick’s article is amazing. His signature looks like it was done by a drunk 10-year old.
Evan: I’m disturbed you know what a drunk 10-year old writes like.
Katie: Why are things moving so quickly today?
Evan: Because I’M here… no.
Celia: Because Emily isn’t here.