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Jonathan: "Four languages: America never expects anything close to that."

Joyce: "Yeah, we don't even like dialects."

Shyngys: "This is the first time I'm showing up late to this class, so it's okay."

Jonathan: "Yeah, but it was because of music."

Shyngys: "But it was Kazakh music, so it was worth it."

"You're not married, and you haven't got a girlfriend—and you don't watch Star Trek? …Good lord."

me, holding a can of Mountain Dew: "You know what would probably be good? This and orange juice."

Derek: "I donno man...."

me: "I mean it's green and orange—how can you go wrong with… oh, wait."

"But how will you know how to drive drunk unless you practice?"

Jonathan: "Maybe they just think that */p/ turned to /b/ in Germanic. But it only went half way."

Derek: "Yeah, that's how they got þorn."

Derek: [ftktp]!

Jonathan: "What's that?"

Derek: "Probably Berber."

me: yeah. I'ma work on my thesis 'til then I guess. gaah

Michael: yes. i told don the other day that i stopped pronouncing it as "thesis" .. or at least in the way suggested by spelling and my prior knowledge of the word

instead i just replace it with a random expletive

anyway. back to the $&#*

on phone:

"What do you want me to get you in Montana? A cowboy? I need to get me one of those too."

Annex door creaks

Derek & Jonathan, in unison: "Ghosts!"

Derek: "Truth by concensus!"