Irma: April, let's go! New technology, get!
April: Yeah, let's do this funky monkey! Got your phone?
Irma: Check.
April: Got your computer?
Irma: Check.
April: Got your game?
Irma: Checkmate!
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Irma: Geez, talk about inflation. Get Ben Bernanke on the case! That reminds me of a cheer I learned in high school. "Let's go quantitative easing! Gimme a Q! Gimmie a U! Gimmie an A! Gimmie an . . . "
April: Are you really going to put me through this entire thing? Gimme a break.
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April: Looks like the cool thing for companies to do is forget where the shift key is.
Irma: "Know your audience!"
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Irma: This must be what they mean when they talk about halcyon days.
April: Lol.
Irma: Did you just say "lol" in real life? Don't ever do that again.
April: Don't you mean "irl"?
Irma: Did you just say "lol" irl?
April: Lol.
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April: You're my only friend. Can I--
Irma: Don't even think about it!
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Irma: We've already seen the death of the instruction manual. Are video manuals the future?
April: I can see it now: got to have those hits for that ad money. You can't have hits without making hits.
Irma: So deep I forgot to drown.
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April: What's your WiFi network name?
Irma: "Bluetooth".
April: Trying to keep the ne'er-do-wells off the scent, I see. What's the password?
Irma: "WiMAX".
April: Shoot me now.
Irma: Not when you get home?
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Irma: It feels like . . . the future.
April: Call me when the self-driving cars become popular.
Irma: From my phone or my controller?
April: From your self-driving car.
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April: Is this a metaphor for copulation?
Irma: No, it's a Binary clone with a gravity mechanic added.
April: Did they get rid of the spiders?
Irma: Yes.
April: Good. I hate spiders.
Irma: What's that over there?
April: Where?!
Irma: Never mind.
April: You did that on purpose!
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Irma: You have to hold the phone in landscape, smart girl.
April: You mean sideways?
Irma: You did that on purpose.
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April: Time for a new game.
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April: What do we have here, Mrs. Datum?
Irma: It appears to be Angry Bots, Sir.
April: Bridge to Engineering, shame status-report!
Irma: Shame is empty, Captain. Repeat: no shame.
April: As I suspected. Mr. Smasher, full warp. We're out of here.
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April: I'm going to kick your alien butt . . . tail bone . . . whatever . . . with my anti-Scud P.A.T.R.I.O.T. missiles.
Irma: How Schwarzkopfian.
April: Gesundheit.
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Irma: I'm going to cherish this moment: my first win on a new system.
April: I'm going to cherish this moment as well: my first ragequit . . .
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