SJ: Where's the cheese grater?
Me: Your ma---. Crap. I was going to say your mom's a cheese grater.
Filler convo.
SJ: I won't kill you if you tell me where the cheese grater is.
Me: It's somewhere.
SJ: Somewhere?
Me: It's somewhere in the kitchen.
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SJ: We need an ugly naked guy like Friends.
Me: We DO!!! (Gestures across the way to the other building.)
Later on...
SJ: We're like Friends on estrogen without the crazy sex lives.
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