"oy vey man, you call this food? My great uncle was eating better under Himmler in Aushwitz."
"i took the bus here but i had to pay peak hour price and we're not even ready to convene yet, Yatzbah!"
"so i heard people saying we can start a public education movement, but who will get the rights to the merchandising?"
"who said Yatzbah? that's not even a word! oy vey, my sinuses are giving me hell today, anybody got some nasal decongestant? So tell me, are you still working on that pilot? 'Ovulating orphans?' you still think that's gonna be the next 'two broke girls'? I'm telling you, the public won't be ready for that for twenty years at least!"
"hey what's that you got there? real cigarette butts that were cruelly butted on James Dean's unprotected skin during his heady rise to fame by twisted studio execs in the 50s, encased in mother of pearl you say? i'm not buying that, i'm not buying that! mother of pearl my arse! anybody seen any matzoh bread around here? i could eat a horse i tell you...."
"regional commander: all hail the great Golem; you have a phone call from the New York Times entertainment department...."
"ok, shmendrick, i told you, i don't talk to Gentiles, not even circumcised Gentiles, during special Jew nights, okay? never! try to remember...."
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