Shit I've Heard In Class (Part Four):
"I feel like we're about to die or something."
"He's trying to make me put my hand down—do you see this right now?"
"I do actually still have feelings."
"You can't have non-binding promises."
"DO we know that Diet Pepsi exists?"
"Remember, I'm older than dirt."
"You better start loving them."
"You're a foolish hedonist."
"If you can't see me next week because you're dead then I get it, I understand."
"You can use them to open shit."
"Don't be fucking sexist."
"Enough of this natural crap."
"I'm not sure I'm not gonna kill you."
"You grew up differently than I did."
"Some days I'll get up and try to make you some food."
"I know you're not talking about jazz."
"I'm so sorry I ever said orgasm."
"You're still just a little kid just in big kid clothes."
"Maybe I'm not supposed to be eating apples."
"I have a high regard for myself, that's why i don't like this whole suffering thing."
"I'm just not gonna kill people."
"You wanna make meaningful eye contact and nod deceptively?"
"It either wasn't a promise or you're a crazy person."
"I can't read what I wrote."
"They don't care what we feel like—I'm scared."
"What if God just wanted to laugh at you?"
"You've been basically reliable."
"No one's ever died from a music class."
"What happens if I suck on this?"
"I'm not telling you to kill your husband."
"Are we supposed to include those in the plans for reproduction?"
"I'd rather be performing at the Rocky Horror Picture Show."
