The Office -- End of A Very Long Year

“So we’re going to finish on time! Good old us!” – Mom

“You’re not liiiiisten-ing!” – Mom to Casey, from the other room.
“No, I’m not! Martyrs! Christians! Rome! Gladiators!” – Casey

“I am the ultimate hump.” – Laura

“No bread . . . no chocolate . . . what is this office coming to!?” – Casey

“What am I, chopped liver?” – Mom
“I always think of you more as ‘diced liver’” – Davy.

“Let it be known to all sub-authors (meaning Dad and Christy) that the Office is not prepared to call the period between the Fall of Rome and the reign of Charlemagne ‘Dark Ages.’” – Laura
What do we call them, then? ‘Retrograde Ages?’” – Dad
“We call them ‘disordered’ and ‘chaotic’—but not ‘dark.’” -- Mom

“Oh, Plotinus. You had too much time on your hands.” – Casey, with a sigh, reviewing the works of an ancient Roman philosopher