With Context

Charlotte: “The printer says ‘Toner Life End’ and won’t print anything”
Melissa (sagely): “Ah… Now it is time to teach you the dance of my people.” She removes the toner cartridge and starts shaking it violently from side to side.

Pamela, after a busy week at the office: “I’m going to have to go get groceries; I have nothing to feed my family.”
Melissa: “You could just make eggs on toast.”
Pam: “Well, I don’t have any bread, so it would have to be egg on egg. When you’re down to egg on egg…(long pause)…well you know.”

No Context Needed

Charlotte: “I miss when we had chocolate in the office”
Pamela: “Ah yes, the days of the macadamia chocolates…(nostalgically) They’re just a distant memory now.”

Melissa: “That’s what you get for being nice: boring mail.”

Dylan: “If you were a bunch of Russian mice in the underground cinema, what kind of film would you make?”
Melissa: “I think you’re on your own with that one.”

Pamela, holding leg in pain: “This is not good…but I think I’m going to be okay. It’s a copy editing injury.”

Charlotte: “I have another bundle of personal essays for you, Pamela”
Pamela: “AHHH GO AWAY!!”

Melissa: “Insane rants are always fun. Until they get awkward. Then they’re just awkward.”

Kim: “I really like this story, Pamela. I’m glad you championed it; I don’t know what I was thinking the first time I read it, but it’s great!”
Pamela: “Yeah, I really liked it, but it seemed like I was defending all the stories with old people. Go geriatrics!”

Context Can't Help You Now

Dylan: “Because of my lack of any new poetry, I’m going to do a puppet show.”

Melissa: “This is going to sound like a ridiculous question, but… has anyone seen my shoes?”