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Spoken Like a Former Drama Major... (Round 24)

Nadine. Still amusing. Although I am thinking about ending this series, she is continually fantastic. But don't get the wrong idea; most of her fantastic-ness comes out in the heart-to-heart conversations that don't get pulled out of context. Toronto's Best Roommate.



her: I don't know how Arabs work. I've never had one.


her: Amy Grant is like my third parent.



me: You've never seen a fake tattoo-sleeve before??
her: This is brilliant. I need one.


her: If you're on a roll, you can make $20/hr. And my bank account is inspiring me to be on a roll.


her: I'm not going to charge you for half of the remote. Since it might as well go with the TV. That way, we don't have custody issues.


her: That's a deal breaker! I could never marry or date or be seen in public with a Whiffenpoof.


her: Drama students...they'll make out with anything that's alive.


her: I like it when actors have brains.


her: I was already going to get up early to help you get dressed.


her: And then I will sweep the kitchen floor. That's my idea of a fun time.

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