We’re the heroes of this building. Before us, you could be killed in your own apartment, and no one would know it.
Your tell is that you don’t have a tell. You’re just as uncomfortable as you look.[Charles-Haden Savage: What’s my tell?]
You know, when I was a kid, and I was in the bathroom too long, my grammy would knock on the door and say, “Oliver? Would you like me to come in there and rub some Vaseline on your rectum?”
The good news is you’re not the worst-dressed guest here.[turns to a hipster in a long coat]Pleasure to meet you, Professor. Did you ride here in a hot air balloon?[to Charles]
Teddy’s back! He’s already plotting his revenge. I think he’s gonna kill me, bury me, dig me up, and kill me again.