Phil Schiller - when you absolutely, positively have no one else to video chat with, accept no substitutes.
Scientist (internal): I thought I was going to be in a music video. Now they tell me it's something about computers. Hell, at least these suits have urine waste disposal systems. Ahhhhh.
Proving he's kind of a dick, Steve chooses an old photo where it looks like he's doing all the work and The Woz is napping on the job.
Dr.Froterstein controls his geek robot by remote control. This green shirted monstrosity stomps on small toys, attends keynotes, and stares incessantly at the breasts of female attendees.
"This is where my pornography comes from."
After a vendor mentioned how slender and smooth the new iMac remote was, Eric started to get an idea. A dirty dirty idea.
Because when you think 'California', you think mountain lions, fighter jets, and sheers used to cut the ears off of screaming prostitutes.
Guy (internal): Gorgeous flight attendants? Shit, why'd I have to take the train?!
Exhibitor: Sure, these could easily fit 4 human heads. Why do you ask?
Whenever Frank needs to break the ice while selling his server vaults, he tells the customer how well it quiets down even the noisiest servers or the odd whining child. They never fail to laugh at his little "joke."
The iPod nano cases reminded Darlene of her ex-boyfriend: small, rubbery, and no matter how lovingly she caressed it, it never got harder.
Apple employees love sending the goatse image to one another on the showroom floor.
How's this for meta.
The new MacBook Pro taken for a ride. It went thru the usual paces: photoshopping a movie poster, web browsing for mac news, and using photobooth to alter pictures of your genitals.
