Drunken stranger to Nass Editor-in-Chief: You never fucking verbatim me. I'm never gonna be in verbatim. Fuck you.
Girl 1: She has the tackiest wicker furniture at her house in Lyford Cay.
Girl 2: It can't be as bad as the faux-Medieval thrones in Ivy…?
Charter sophomore: What is Rack City?
USG: Drop by the 2015 tailgate from 6-7PM @ the Frick Chemistry Lab.
True artist: Only true artists can have highbrow sex.
Nass social chair, '16: I'm trying to inherit my grandfather's lion and leopard skins.
Bouncer 1: Did you hear about the naked thing?
Bouncer 2, fondly: Yeah, but at least they don't beat the shit out of each other.
Girl: This menorah really needs to come down.
TI sophomore: Alright. I'm out. Gotta go get ma DICK sucked.
Pi Phi sophomore: "Girl, trying to act affluent: … "
Girl, trying to act affluent: I don't think we ever have mortgages. My dad like to call himself the king of mortgages. So I call myself the princess of mortgages.
Curmudgeonly Forbesian: At the shooting club, everyone has a locker for hard alcohol.
EIC: I emailed David Remnick once. He got back to me within, like, ten seconds.
Former EIC: What'd he say?
EIC: "The New Yorker is not hiring editorial interns for the summer."
St. A's Male, to rapt Nass staffers: If a guy wants to come on your face just don't say it's gross…Like, I'm sorry my body creates this wonderful seed for you.
Smoking aristocrat: Sometimes I with I had bickered Terrace.
Esther de Costa Meyer: Now this is the "withdrawing" room, where ladies would resign while men smoked cigars and drank whiskey.
Bro, quietly respectful: Word. (offers fist bump to bro sitting next to him)
Kappa sophomore: I’m not pretty enough to live in Beverly Hills. I would have to have so much plastic surgery.