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Cem: "I've written 12 pages for a 5-page paper that's probably going to be 20 pages long."

Jonathan: "Wow, what are you writing about?"

Cem: "Wisdom and the bible and philosophy and socrates and shit. It's fucked up."

"I could go either way man, and I'm pretty sure if I get cremated I'm going to hell."

Cem: "That's what I want to be—a Samurai Sword Craftsman."

Jonathan: "That's an honourable profession."

Cem: "... Fuck that. I wanna be a Samurai. I wonder if they get paid."

Cem: "I wanna throw this awesome party in my Ziv, with like a mad DJ and strobe lights and everything and we'd have to hand pick who came and have a guest list, and you could hire this huge black guy to be a bouncer for like a hundred dollars for the night and he'd make money off people bribing him to get into the party."

Me: "I'd almost go to that party, just for the DJ and the strobe lights."

Cem: "You'd have to get past the bouncer though."

"You keep asking questions—I feel like I'm in the Matrix, you know, and these bullets are flying by me and I'm dodging them."

[anon]: "I don't even look Turkish."

Jonathan: "You look vaguely Turkish and vaguely Armenian."

[anon]: "That's just because I haven't shaved."

"Yeah, and don't walk in on me in the shower, unless it's Tuesday."

[Cem]: i swear economics is a lie created by a bunch of fat old bored men

"What does gizmo mean?"

"She's like that Justice Brandeis guy come back as a Turkish girl!"

"What the fuck is wtf?"

"You know, the coffee house—Cookley's? Cockley's?"

"Yeah, I'm at Brandeis—what's this place called?"

"This is worse than like F-type Turkish prisons."

"If that bounces up and hits me I'm going to bounce up and hit you."

"I'm Turkish; I can eat as many fortune cookies and get as many fortunes as I want."