"Tracy, is his blog almost done? I am running out of good ideas,"
"Kyle, you are not running out of good ideas... You can't run out of something you never had. That is just not the way the world turns."
"Very funny Tracy. But c'mon, you gotta give credit where credit is due. Freezing that mouse was the best thing we have ever done."
"Kyle.... That was my idea."
"Not the mouse part."
"Come on now, lets not get into semantics here."
"What do you mean? I love the Jewish people."
"Thats semitism Kyle.... Not semantics. Not exactly the sharpest tool in the crayon box are you?"
"At least i am not dumb enough to keep tools in my crayon boxes. Sucka."
"Yup... You got me Kyle. Now what do you say we go to the Cougareat and try to convince people that you Jimmer Fredette."
"Just because I am tall and have brown curly hair does not mean I am Jimmer."
"Really... Then why are those guys staring at you over there? I am pretty sure its not because they are attracted to you... But those girls over there, thats a different story. They are attracted to you and have no clue that you are Jimmer Fredette."
"Thats because I am not Jimmer Fredette."
"You are now. Go talk to them and introduce yourself as Jimmer and see what they do."
"Not a chance in this world I am doing that."
"I will pay for your date when the one on the right says yes."
"Sold."
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