"Those things are like a work of art." -Jeff, as Allen was loading some parts on the truck.

"What do you call that then?" -Matt, pointing to the one part Steve scrapped.

"Abstract art." -Jeff

"The crab-ass you call 'Dad' has left the building." -Steve, to me

"I told her what to get you. So there. I remain unpredictable. Hah!" -Steve, about my birthday present

"Who's even out there anymore?" -Me

"Well, Greg's out there. He's really far out there. He hasn't actually been here for a while." -Steve

"He should just be reasonable and see it my way." -Steve, on Matt

"I dunno. It's not my turn to watch him." -Jeff, when I asked him where OT was

"It should be. Better OT than Greg, anyway." -Me

"Nah, Greg is easy. You just stick him in the playpen where he belongs." -Jeff

"I equate a man writing a poem to a man having a candle party." -Steve

"And you said she can't do do things at once. She can. She can talk and annoy me all at the same time." -Steve, about Mrs. Steve

"I found your father a road trip to go on that will take most of the afternoon. For that, you owe me. At least, you owe me a three fingered hand job." -Steve, calling me on my cell on the way to work.

"I am a great fuckin machinist. I tell myself that every day when I go out into the shop." -Steve