"Dan, please," she whispered, side-eyeing the man beside her. Dan Fielding looked like he was ready to commit a felony just to see if the paperwork was as tedious as the lobby music. "We need this funding. Just let me do the talking. I have a 'way' with people."
Dan leaned over the desk, his shadow falling across Henderson’s precious stamps. "Listen, you paper-pushing gargoyle. We can do this the easy way, where you find a pen that works, or the hard way, where I stay in this office and recount every one of my failed marriages in chronological order. We’re on year three by lunchtime." [S2E3] Form
As they walked out, Dan huffed, clearly annoyed his "Marriage Monologue" tactic wasn't needed. "Fine. You won him over with office supplies. But next time, I’m bringing my wedding albums." "Dan, please," she whispered, side-eyeing the man beside her
Henderson’s head snapped up. His eyes sparkled. "With the original staples, Ms. Stone. Difficult to find in this economy." Just let me do the talking