Excuse me, everyone. Please check your e-mails.
I just sent you the following message.
"Co-workers, you may have received a valentine from me.
Please understand this does not mean that I like you in any way."
You don't even like us as friends?
Phyllis, you guys are like my closest friends.
I just mean I don't like like you.
What are we, 5?
You know what?
What if we're friends who don't see other people?
You mean, like exclusive friends?
I mean, this has been the most amazing week.
I mean, would it be so terrible?
Even if we were friends who've lived together.
Or maybe someday, friends who stood up in front of their other friends
and vowed to be friends forever.
This is such a surprise!
I haven't seen you since I transferred here.
- We're married and she's a sergeant now. - Wow.
How's everything here?
You know, same old, same old.
Guess who's here?
- Herman. - Herman!
Always playing Yahtzee, knew everybody's name.
- Worshipped Satan. - Did he?
He never mentioned that.
He wouldn't shut up about it.
It is exhausting.
Well, I'm Charles. I'm Jake's best friend.
Charles, he's serving 3 life sentences.
No need to flex.