From the Bookshelf of Read with Pride Northwest…

"And you’re eating all right?”
“No, Mom. They ran out of food right before I got here."

Everyone in high tech knows this guy:
Jeff worked with a guy who was capable of going completely off the deep end and throwing a tantrum if someone said they preferred PCs to Macs.

"But what is it?”
“You really don’t understand the concept of a surprise, do you?”
“I could be surprised right now,” Jeff suggested.

“Were the Slovenians deliberately trying to make their capital as unpronounceable as possible?” he mused out loud.
“Ljubljana is perfectly pronounceable.”
“If you don’t mind spraining your tongue.”
“It’s a pretty little town. You’ll see. Old place. Romans lived there, the Illyrians—”
“Illyria?” Jeff interrupted. “You mean like in Angel?”
“Huh?”
Jeff stretched out his legs so that his feet were next to Cleve, and toed gently at Cleve’s hip. “You know, Angel. As in Buffy, vampires—”
Cleve finally opened his eyes. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
“What? They were good shows. Metaphors for the evils of adolescence and all. Well, Buffy was a metaphor for being a teenager. I’m not sure what Angel was a metaphor for. Evil lawyers, I guess. I can understand that metaphor.