Michael just rented The Devil Wears Prada. He has his Netflix sent here to the office, and he watches them in pieces when things are slow.
He's a big Meryl Streep fan, so I shouldn't be surprised that he's identified with her character.
-Like the main company number? 'Cause I'm gonna have to call information. -Where's Armani? He's on the phone. Too slow. You're not going to Paris. I'm so much better than you.
-I owe you an apology. -You finished the movie. -Yeah. It was awesome. Big surprise ending. Won't ruin it for you. -No. Go ahead.
Meryl Streep is the bad guy. Never see it coming. Anyway, if I was mean in any way to you, I am sorry. I just want what's best for you, minooshka.
He's gonna try to kill me.