Look, it's just an actual temp conversation

This conversation took place, ironically, only hours before we got fucked by The Man. As so many temp conversations are, this one was driven by job dissatisfaction:

Temp 1: I really don't want to do this anymore.

Temp 2: Me neither.

Temp 1: You know how you can tell this is real life and not the movies?

Temp 2: How's that?

Temp 1: If this were the movies, right about now we would all break out into that scene in "The Replacements" where they're in the jail cell doing a line dance and singing "I Will Survive."

Yeah, real life doesn't work that way. But without further ado: