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.