Explain to me again how an item I paid $3,000 for just two years ago
is worth less than something that came with a dipping sauce!
A happy meal toy reminds people of a sweeter time, a simpler time, a pre-Kardashian time.
Attention, attention! I have something very important here.
The results of your DNA test proving your mother was asian and your father was a pine nut?
No, we got our letter grade from the city health inspector's office.
Whoo! We got a "B"! That's the first "B" I ever got I didn't have to French kiss for.
A "B"? No, no, no, no! This boy don't play with no Bs.
I'm calling that little tease, Miss Jean Rotello, right now.
This isn't good. Asians don't do well with Bs.
At Wharton, I got a "B," and the Japanese kid who sat next to me killed himself.