Oh yeah, tiny rolled up scrolls delivered by foxes.

You should up your therapy to seven times a weak, fix that outfit, and give me your wallet.

I moved our meetings to tomorrow because you are drunk, and hangover, simultaneously, at 2 in the afternoon.

Do you want me to bite him?

Andy: That book sounded so boring I almost cried a little.
April: Aw babe I'm sorry you had to hear that, you're safe now.

Ben: You're my friend.
April: No I'm not, I've never cared for you.

Oh, you know, just regionally directing the midwest whatever of who cares.

April: My insides are dying.
Ben: So, not fine?

I love her SO much. I hope she's my real mom.

Andy: We are responsible adults, you know what that means right?
April: I know.
Andy: That means we have money and we're going to buy the f*ck out of this house

12 closets, 3 bomb shelters, 5 dumbwaiters, 2 3/8ths bath, no kitchens. Fairly standard layout.

Andy

April: I guess I could pick up a brisket tomorrow and start it for dinner Thursday.
Andy: Oh Thursday's no good - I have production meetings ALL day. And we have dinner with Joe and Donna on Friday. Hey, you know, Sunday. We could go to the farmer's market, put the brisket in the slow cooker, get a movie on payper view - the new Jason Borne movie is supposed to be pretty funny.
April: AHHH!!