Jimmy: You know, there's some sort of speed control on here, somewhere.
Beth: Oh, hang on, hang on, here are the instructions for the shredder.
Jimmy: Wait, wait a minute, wait, wait, wait, wait. Shredding the instructions for the shredder. Talk about your mind blowing irony. Dare I?
Beth: Oh, ah, Sir, I...
Jimmy: Let's do it. Go, baby, go!
[Drops manual in shredder]
Jimmy: Now, where the hell's that speed control?
"Friends." News Radio. Perf. Stephen Root and Vicki Lewis. 14 Nov. 1995. Television.
TIME: 10:49 PM
SUBJECT: Shredded remains
How I spent my evening…catching up on the never-ending pile of paperwork at home. Going through the mail/bills/receipts/school papers/etc.; entering data into my Quicken program (because you know, I can’t get enough of that number stuff at work – you caught my sarcastic tone right?); and shredding everything when I’m done with it. I shred it all because I am a paranoid person and don’t need anyone getting into my “bidnesz”.