Alfred: So feel free to wear your casual Friday clothing pretty much any day of the week. And since Ted in Human Resources is no longer with us, I thought I'd let you all know of a few positions in upper management that have been made available. So, if anyone wants to be Chief Financial Officer . . . CFO? Anyone?
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Jeremy: Life has no meaning.
Dodge: I really think I'm coming down with something.
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Diane: You're gonna die alone. Doesn't that bother you?
Warren: He's not gonna die alone.
Diane: Yes, he is.
Warren: He's not gonna die alone. He's gonna die with everybody else! There's just no need to cling to who's closest. This isn't the fucking Ark, Diane. This is the Titanic! And there is not a life raft in sight. Welcome aboard.
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Penny: I've got a wicked case of hypersomnia. I mean, I could sleep through the apocalypse. Who's the girl?
Dodge: Who? Oh. That's Olivia.
Penny: Is she the one that got away?
Dodge: Well, they all got away, but she was the first, yeah.
Penny: Are you gonna go and get her back?
Dodge: I'm sure she has enough on her plate.
Penny: And what is it about the end of the world that brings them all out of the woodwork?
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Penny: Look, we're in a bit of a pickle, and I was hoping that you could help us out.
Speck: Helping you out of a pickle should be my middle name.