Me: (ahem) “Excuse me.”
Q: “Jeez, we got the Hindenburg over here.”
Me: (looks puzzled)
Q: “You’re German and full of gas. Hindenburg.”
Me: (makes offended grunt)
Q: “I keep expecting to see you floating up by the ceiling.”
(five minutes later)
Q: “Remember that one time when Indiana Jones was in you and he was walking around asking everybody for their tickets and then he punched that Nazi–”
Me: “ALRIIIIGHT already.”
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