Eight episodes in now. Oh, how I love ironic dialogue-driven humor. This is magic.
“Your song? We wrote it together. Are you trying to Garfunkel me?”
“Maybe? Assuming to Garfunkel someone is to keep putting up with them, even though they’re a fat lazy cat who hogs the spotlight and eats all the lasagna.”
Also, I was totally unaware that the whole Internet was in love with Alison Brie. I feel really late to the party, but at the same time my love is totally legitimate because I wasn't doing it just to be cool. My feelings are true. Hopefully she'll understand this when I ask her to marry me.
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