I hate him more.
McKenzie: I swear to god if I have to hear Leif drone on and on any more about his stupid drone phone.
Tobin: I bet he was planning this all along, watching us pour our blood, sweat, and tears into our ideas while he was sharpening his antique letter opener waiting to stab us both in the back.
McKenzie: And now he just comes out and demands we stay here all weekend to work on his presentation.
Tobin: I know, and my auntie was supposed to take me to Ikea.
McKenzie: I hate him.
Tobin: I hate him more.