The Nass wakes up and it’s spring again. Time for making movies, holding doors, and generating power.
Discerning roommate, counseling on matters of love: He’s weird in an acceptable way.
Friend-turned-lover: Kissing is like a poor man’s hanging out.
Student, hating on professor : He’s only tall if you measure in how much of a bitch he is…
Confused basketball fan: Is bounce-off at 8?
Student storyteller: I was taking Advil PM and DayQuil and having them fight it out because that’s the only way I could get high at the time.
Slavic professor, probing his students yet again: So I am the prof and I come in here and say you people are so immature. Okay, so, how do you get out of that? Because by trying to show me you are mature, you are going to prove to me that you are immature. Double whammy. I sort of imprisoned you in my set of concepts. It’s sort of like quicksand, the more you try to wiggle out of it the more you get stuck in it.
Depraved, morally-bankrupt girl: Was Jesus a virgin?
Pervert: Mary was.
Depraved, morally-bankrupt girl: Yeah, virginity runs in the family I guess.
Large athletic man: Astrology is just space racism!
Clearly a NARP: Sometimes I wish I were an athlete. It must be great to just run around a field occasionally and pretend you’re at war or something.
Roommate: I have squeezed the ball, now I will touch the tortilla.
Star-crossed artist: Born to paint in a small cottage in France. Forced to do COS126.
Proud Irish lesbian: Are you also Irish?
Shameful American lesbian: No, I'm American…
Proud Irish lesbian: Oh, that's okay, we accept you still.