Stephanie: What did you do today?
Leonard: Well, I'm a physicist, so I...thought of stuff.
Stephanie: Is that it?
Leonard: Well, I wrote some of it down.
Rachel: ...just come by at lunch so that my boss doesn't see you, 'cause Kim will just freak out and she already doesn't like me very much.
Chandler: That's weird, I don't think my boss likes me either.
Monica: I don't think mine likes me either.
Ross: Maybe it's a universal thing.
labor week in and week out, 3 days a week, 1 hour a day till the age of 45
"And by the way, how is it that Data, the guy who's basically third in command, has this much free time on his hands? Every damn episode he's rehearsing a play, performing a recital, learning about humor, or raising a cat. You name a mundane everyday activity, and he's probably off doing it somewhere on the ship. Does he do anything in between his brief shifts driving the ship, besides annoying people in his never-ending quest to become more human?"
The Janitor: I can help.
Carla: No, you have work to do.
(Both burst out laughing)
Lois: Who's gonna run that deli you never go to?
Cleveland: When you sell Boar's Head, it pretty much runs itself.
—The Cleveland Show, "Pilot"