MG: "How did your date go last night?"
JL: "Very well."
MG: "Oh, so that means there will be a date number 2?"
JL: "Oh yes. There will be a date number 2. And then comes date number 3. My favorite date. Ooh, did I say that out loud?"

(a group, inter-office email)
MT: "We are suggesting some salsa dancing after tomorrow’s party. Deep throats are welcome too. It does not matter if they dance or not. Just have fun!"
CJ: "Am I reading that correctly?"
MT: "Sorry! In Spanish, garganta profunda or Deep throat means someone who likes to drink."
CJ: "It means something a little different here."

CF: "I used to play that song on the accordion, but it didn't sound very good."
RR: "Did you ever have your bag seasoned?"
CF: "(laughing) Excuse me?"
RR: "Oh. That's the bagpipes. I get them confused. They're both ridiculous instruments."

JL: "Oh my god, I have 165 spam emails on my business email address. Apparently, sometone thinks my penis should be bigger."

SM: "With this thing, I can see around corners."
MM: "Nifty!"
SM: "Yeah, I feel like I'm Special Ops."
SC: "I feel like you're Special Ed."

RR: "What did you see written on your garage when you looked out the window?"
CS: "R.I.P. White Folks."