Aleta: "I hate pickles, but I love the smell of them. Don't give me a bouquet of roses, just give me a jar of pickles."
Me (Typing fast while indexing, then pausing): "Ever since playing Trivia Crack I think that everything is timed."
(Quizzing Lyndsey for our History test)
Me: "Describe the average immigrant."
Lyndsey: "A foreigner!"
(At Pier 47, I absentmindedly started pouring the parmesan cheese from the shaker into the pepper shakers on the table)
Kartika: "Stop! What are you doing? What if someone's allergic to cheese?
Me: "Then they wouldn't be coming to a pizza place..."
Kartika: I can be a very spiteful person
Aleta: What? Oh I thought you said spider person!
Kartika: I'm spider man!
Me: Kartika why didn't you tell us?!?
Lyndsey: I'm Batman.
Me: I'm Ironman.
Aleta: Is this a bad time to tell you I'm Captain America?
Lyndsey: Wait if you're Captain Man..
The rest of us: Captain man?!?
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