Les: I heard you got a new job. Congratulations.
Saul: Thanks.
Les: *lowers voice* Of course, now you won’t be sitting next to that all day.
Saul: *looks over at attractive woman in next cubicle* I see your point. But I did meet some of my new co-workers, and one of the women…
Les: Won’t be the same. *makes hourglass motion with hands*
Saul: No. No it won’t.

Ken: Someone keeps stealing shit out of my drawer.
Will: Do you lock it?
Ken: Yeah.
Ron: Take the key home with you.
Ken:: But what if Will needs to get something out of there? (Will and Ken often work on the same projects.)
Ron: If you want, you can hide the key in my secret box.
Will: *titters*
Ron: That wasn’t supposed to be as dirty as it sounded.
Ken and Will: *laughter*

Kim: Not that I did it for the balls.
Jerry: No, but your dues in Montgomery paid for it.
Kim: Yeah, they paid for my balls.

Co-workers discussing the Junior League and the attending of balls — dances, that is. “That’s what she said” was liberally applied at various points in the conversation.

I have a very strong credo I follow with my — and [my wife's] — genetalia: if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. Sure, it could probably be better, but you know what? It’s great, and it functions. So no piercings, no pills… just lube and champagne.

Said to someone during a discussion about marijuana.

Karen:I don’t know how big this thing is.
Everyone Else In The Office: THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID!
Karen:*facepalm*

Jack: It’s like a Band-Aid — just one quick pull and it’s done.
Kate: I don’t even know what that means!
someone: THAAAAAT’S what she said.

someone and his co-workers

Carmen: anyone want this tackle box?
Ken: I’ll take it. It’ll be perfect for my wife’s tools.
Ron: I don’t want to know about your wife’s tool.
Ken: Tools! Tools!
Ron: That’s even worse!
Ken: Her woodworking tools!
Ron: Again…
Ken: No, like a saw and such.
Ron: Ouch!

Sent to me in e-mail. Ken gave up trying to explain shortly thereafter.

Henry: *looking across the room to the manager’s office* Is she still on the phone?
Grace: *curiously* Why? Do you have to show her your thingy?
Henry: *pauses*
Grace: *blushes*
Henry: No. No, I don’t.