"It's from Gwart. "I'm dissolving my company and taking a job elsewhere. Your employment is terminated. P.S. Those aren't my doll's gloves"."

"(In a Knight's costume) Dodgy gadin, my merry knights of Piper. Sir Owen, doing valiant battle with the authentication service. Yes, good. Yeah. Oh, and prithee, Becky, my queen, how goeth cashless payments? \n\n Russ's pricing keeps tripping us up. \n\n Okay, how so? \n\n Well, this morning, he decided everyone at RussFest should be a billionaire, so every dollar someone puts into their account will now be worth one billion RussBucks. \n\n Zwoons! So, what, like a sandwich will be worth 15 billion RussBucks or something? \n\n Fourteen billion, nine hundred and ninety-nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine RussBucks and ninety-nine RussCents, because he thought that would sound cheaper."

"I was going to take you to see BattleBots Live with me, but no longer friend. Now who looks stupid?"

"That's dumb."

"Gavin, you always said that here at Hooli, "In order to achieve greatness, we must first achieve goodness.""

"Patrice, I thank you for your honesty, and I will repay you with my own. I honestly never want to see you in my offices again. You're fired. Hoover, Scramble that Skycrane."

"Yes, the uptick! The recent sudden surge in users."

"I received a telephone call approximately 30 minutes ago entering a bid of one million and one dollars with a firm no-shop clause."

"But I watched your whole TechCrunch thing online, twice. That whole spazz thing you did was fucking priceless."

"What if we use like a dictionary patch? To compress all the nice-guy stuff. Like an acronym. Exactly. "Richard is great, but you know"... R-I-G-B-Y. Rigby. Rigby is all the nice-guy stuff."