Making math sexy again (or sex mathy, I'm not sure which):
Betsy: And I'm not sure we can come up with a million distinct fantasies.
Emily: You'd have to do, like, "30,206: 30,205, only with brown eyes this time. 30,207: 30,206, except with a slightly smaller nose." You could probably do it. It's like how there are infinitely many Turing machines to perform any one algorithm.
Tim Minear:
Can anyone else tell I don't have any scripts due and that I'm waiting for notes on my "Moon" outline?
Laura:
Do you recall what that being able to breathe thing felt like?
Tim Minear:
What are you talking about? I'm waiting for notes. I'm not breathing, I'm growing a tumor.
Tim Minear: What are you talking about? I'm waiting for notes. I'm not breathing, I'm growing a tumor.
And writers the world over nod hard enough to make their ears fall off....
Gus:
When your dating pool contains only academics, you must learn to discuss these things or just give up and buy a RealDoll.
Matt the Bruins Fan:
Steak latte will wake you up in the morning, but I wouldn't recommend drinking it.