Eli: BJ is a rock star because he looks good.
April: I believe the words you're searching for are "striking good looks."
(BJ looks overwhelmingly confused.)
April: (fawning) So if that's the standard, tell me Eli why do you conclude I am a rock star?
Megan: Heroin chic...?
(pause. i acknowledge i set myself up.)
Eli: Congratulations Megan. That was one of the few times that you successfully balanced humour with meanness.
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a glassblowing alternajournalist, a musical storytelling anarcho-baptist, a capoeira-playing engineer, a renaissance physicist, a scrabble champion math teacher, a neurobiologist philosopher, a filmmaker documenting the deadliest man alive, an international flutist biologist, a journalist animator baker, a hiking biking banjo-strumming math teacher, a singing bilingual editing, a backgammon playing sex therapist, a novel-writing psych nurse guitarthlete, a pensive epistilary collage artist & two cats.
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