THE TKTS BOOTH: Um, did you just fart in me?
ISAAC: Oh my goodness, I was hoping you didn’t hear that.
THE TKTS BOOTH: You know I’m a pod enclosed in glass.
ISAAC: Yes. I’m really sorry.
THE TKTS BOOTH: Like, no smell can escape me, it can only sit and mature in me. I’m a space age dutch oven. God, I’m going to stink now. You’re lucky none of my guys heard that. How’d you even get in here?
ISAAC: I work in a box office? I’m dropping off tickets?
THE TKTS BOOTH: “Jersey Boys”?
ISAAC: No.
THE TKTS BOOTH: “Wicked”?
ISAAC: No, I’m Off-Broadway.
THE TKTS BOOTH: Get the fuck out of here.
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it may be the half-price ticket booth, but you gave those guys the full-Isaac experience.
Eek! I’ve done that before too… I dropped off more than tickets there.