Daily Archives: August 21, 2012
What´s it, evidence from a case or something?
What´s in the bag. Just what´s in the bag?
It´s my lunch, genius.
Your lunch, ok. What did you bring?
You´ve got to know every last minute detail of my life? What´s it to you, what my lunch is?
Because you don´t want to tell me! What, you think it´s so fantastic I´m gonna steal it? You fly in some-some deep-fried sandwich from New Jersey, I´m not allowed to know about.
It´s a salad. Okay? It´s a salad. That´s it. There´s nothing else in here. Grace has been taking a nutrition class, and she´s concerned about my cholesterol. So I promised her I would eat better, okay? Happy?
Huh. That´s actually incredibly sweet.
I appreciate that.