“Where are you going, Jeff?”
“I’m tired of your stupid jokes, Gary. I can’t take it anymore. I’m moving out.”
“But.. but that would make us..”
“That’s right — split peas.”
“Hey, Jeff, guess what we are?”
“This is not a good time, Gary. We’re in real trouble here.”
“Yeah, I know! We’re two peas and a cephalopod!”
“I hate you so much.”
“Hey, Jeff?”
“Oh god, here it comes…”
“Look! We’re—”
“Yes, Gary. I know. We’re two peas in an iPod.”
“Ha ha! Isn’t that funny?”
“Not as funny as the number of Yanni albums you’ve got on this thing.”
“Hey, Jeff?”
“I’m trying to take a nap here, Gary.”
“You know what we are?”
“Getting weary of this joke, maybe?”
“We’re two peas in a vanilla pod!”
“I’m going to kill you in your sleep.”
“Hey Jeff!”
“I am in pain here, Gary. Please don’t.”
“You know what we are?”
“Please. Don’t.”
“We’re two peas in a podiatrist’s office!”
“I want a new roommate.”