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Derek at work is the funnest person to have conversations with.
Derek: Sacre bleu!
Me: I'm American. I, like, I don't do foreign languages.
Derek: Only dead ones? (He knows I'm into classics.)
Dennis: Yep. I like my languages like I like my women -- dead!
Derek: (murmur of appreciation) And when you ask for her phone number, and she says "over my dead body" --
Me: We're basically halfway to the altar!
Derek: For some people, a date at the morgue is just an ENDING. . . .
Me: Nothing says "I love you" like formaldehyde in a champayne glass.
Derek: Sacre bleu!
Me: I'm American. I, like, I don't do foreign languages.
Derek: Only dead ones? (He knows I'm into classics.)
Dennis: Yep. I like my languages like I like my women -- dead!
Derek: (murmur of appreciation) And when you ask for her phone number, and she says "over my dead body" --
Me: We're basically halfway to the altar!
Derek: For some people, a date at the morgue is just an ENDING. . . .
Me: Nothing says "I love you" like formaldehyde in a champayne glass.