Reporter who’d been told by his doctor not to eat nuts: “I don’t care. If it kills me, it means I don’t have to work here anymore.”
Said to the editor: “So, can I tell him that even you think he’s being a dick?”
Editor: “Yeah, like THAT’LL help.”
Talking about the upcoming Rodeo Queen competition at a county fair.
Reporter 1: "The girl was queen two years in a row? That’s a helluva lot of time committed to pageantry, horse shows, ribbons and a whole lot of other crap — for two years! Where do these kids find the time?"
Reporter 2, 70-year-old man with mustache and beard: "I don’t know. I’ve never been a 15-year-old girl in a pageant."
Features reporter: “Whoa. It’s 5:02. Why are we still here.”
Sports reporter: “We’re busy making fun of people.”
Features reporter: “We could be here all night.”
Editor during a discussion on the drug Molly:
"I had a Molly in college. That fish lived a long time."
Sales manager to reporter, discussing the problems with getting in touch with people in both their respective jobs: “I will just harass you until you bow to my will.”
Wire editor to giggling sports designers: “What are you doing? Is somebody blindfolded? Do I need to call HR?”
Me: “Mind if I ask you a style question?”
Me: “Does this tie go with these pants?”
Editor: “Get the fuck out of my office.”