“I promise to take my meds, if you do. Now, let’s toast!”

“Mikey, I like my martinis how I like my men: terrified of me.”

“Victor, do you want to split this Hot Pocket with me?”

“Abby is SO irritating. I’m glad she’s still in Paris. Wait, she’s standing right behind me, isn’t she?”

“Aw, what’s this? A ‘Best Boss Ever’ letter?”

Two dozen donuts, and Ashley took the only chocolate glaze.