Are all you processors dorks?

And as for people realizing you have no idea what you're doing, hey, you're an actor. Act like a processor, people will think you're a processor.

In fact, my father was a den mother.

You're not gonna be a stock boy. Why not? Cause you're a stockbroker.

Okay, Rach, when was the last time you had lunch with the shipping clerks?

Motorcycle repairmen. Ana all of them are free.

Mr. Zebra, the postman is delivering a letter to Peppa's house.

Yeah, well, he's a pretty fucking prolific coder for a dead guy.

Yeah? What about that bike messenger you hit? Oh, I wasn't talking about his karma.

Well, how can you be a tour guide, don't you have to be a dinosaur expert or something?

Weathermen can be wrong, Mr. President, but not every weatherman in the country.

You'll never be a real cop. You're a cute meter maid, though. Maybe a supervisor one day. Hang in there.

No. It's not just me. I mean, the scientists and the tour guides never sit together. Whatever.

Here is Mr. Zebra, the postman. A postcard, all the way from Italy. We got here quicker than the postcard.

Hey, look Joey, I'm just saying if you need something to hold you over, I can get you a job right here as an entry level processor.

It was incredible. Chandler, the dealer's hands were exactly like mine. It was like looking at my hands in a mirror.

Here is Mr. Zebra, the postman. A postcard, all the way from Italy. We got here quicker than the postcard.

Hey thanks. Scott Alexander, Joey Tribbianni. Joey is a fellow processor. No kidding.

Okay, Katy. By the power vested in me as the quiz giver of this magazine, I now declare none of this means anything.

Nobody Beats the Wiz, the electronics store. Stock boy. What do you think? You're not gonna work at that place.