"There's only one of these small collet sets, so we're just gonna have to share them." -Steve

"How do you do that? I've never shared a collet before." -Greg

"Steve means that you're going to take turns using the collet." -Me, translating

"Look what I have to work with out there. They're dumbing me down." -Steve

"You actually have a valid point." -Me

"Isn't that the sad fucking truth." -Steve

"I can't not talk." -Me, with laryngitis, writing to Steve

"That's not gramatically correct." -Steve

*evil glare* -Me

"Hey, for you that's a big deal. For Greg, that's a sentence." -Steve

"Tell Jerry if he gives us any more jobs, we're canceling Christmas." -Steve

"I love being married. It's been the best two years of my life." -Steve

"Two years? You've been married for 12 or 13." -OT

"Yeah, but all the good times condense into two years." -Steve

"I wonder what that translates into man-language. Is my blood 5 psi, you think? I wonder if they have a gauge for that." -Steve, contemplating his blood pressure test

"Why the hell isn't Chris here? His machine is backing up." -Matt

"Maybe we should bolt it down then." -Steve, successfully avoiding an answer

"If it wasn't so damn entertaining, I would never talk to Greg." -Steve

"This doesn't get you off the hook for anything you might be on the hook for, just so you know. In case you're on the hook for something." -Steve, to me, covering his bets

"He's not crabby, he's Polish." -Steve, on Greg