Tobin: Ok, who here will give me a $50 for this? How bout a dimebag then? Even trade?
Bill (reading from a teleprompter): ...and you...uh..Alex, have done a great job at....uh..IC! this past....2 years. Yeah, good job you!
Steve finally perfects the 'Kash-badass' persona.
James: Guys, she just vomited green puke. Is this a normal thing for her?
Kelly: I'm feeling much better now. Sorry about your shoes.
Mike was entirely too enthusiastic about his license plate frame too. Kelly was just happy he was walking away from her.
Wes: Hey guys, you think I could do anything else to make myself look more like the Fonz? No guys, I'm serious. I've got Henry Winkler locked up at home and he's fresh out of ideas.
There's a proper time and place to practice the electric slide. This wasn't it.
It wouldn't be a work activity without shots of booze. Well, it also wouldn't be a friday afternoon without it either.
Steven Y. realizes he really wants a piece of dat puddin'.
Alex: C'mon guys. Have you ever seen a worse impression of a guy driving a caddie?! That's gotta be worth at least a few bucks. Pie this sucka!
Josh enjoyed pieing Chris almost as much as he enjoyed pinching his ass at the same time.
Alex: If you excuse me for a minute Gabe, I'm going to draw obscene figures in the air with my finger. It's just something I do.
Gabe: I can't believe I ate the whole thing.
