This week, the Nass surveys ten movies, discovers the stories written in olive leaves, and juggles three languages.
Friend 1: “Can I call you a WASP or is that offensive?”
Friend 2: “You may. Why?”
Friend 1: “You'll see. It's for a bit."
Devious fellow: “Hello my good friend. I have numerous plans to devise with you in the morrow.”
Bespectacled man: “But am I really safe to drive?”
Local chef: “Sounds like someone needs a poop transplant.”
COS A.B. concentrator: “Wait who was that guy who did Facebook with Mark Zuckerberg? Mike Wazowski?”
Jaded juniors who foresee the end: "We're not prepping, we're just planning."
Pensive lecturer: "Sorry about all the violent examples. I just come from a country where the policeman /does/ punch the boy all the time."
Journalism prof: “I am no longer surprised by how little I know about women's lives. Hold on, I have an anecdote. Have any of you seen Seinfeld?”
Loud, out-of-place humanities student: “Vermont? The only people who live in Vermont are Senator Bernie Sanders and my roommate.”
Middle-aged white male alum: “I can't imagine what my father would think.”
Pensive freshman: “The most frustrating thing about being a human being is that you can't possibly know everything.”
Down-on-his-luck German major: “I have always been vaguely melancholy and vaguely French.”
One bro, from within a showers stall: “Dude, you're so down bad.”
Another bro, from the next stall over: “I knowww.”