There's a scene where very briefly the music that's playing is the line "what the fuck was I thinking?" and I wondered if it was the song Joe had sent me last night ("Fuck Was I" by Jenny Owen Youngs) and when I looked it up afterward, indeed it was.
I like the idea of Celia running for City Council.
Peter to Nancy: "Did my gun scare you? -- The one in the dresser, I mean." Heh.
Andy: "I have to write an essay about what being a Jew means to me. So far I have that it means I have no foreskin and may be a Tay-Sachs carrier." And then he explains! A "lipid storage disorder."
Yael Hoffman to Andy: "And I'm wearing a bra, so stop trying to look for my nipples!"
