sorry, wrong number

"Good afternoon?” Andy, answering the office phone.
“Nah, nah… sorry, not here.”

“Who were they looking for?” Leigh-Ann inquires

“They were looking for… inspiration.”

'tis the season...

Andy is vainly trying to convince everyone his alcohol consumption at the last office Christmas party was minimal, but they aren't buying it.

Cassy: “Come on Andy, if you can’t have a few jars at the Christmas party when can you?”

Andy: “Well... that is a fantastic mantra to hold. I like your methodology.”

picture perfect

"That's a good one, 'cos that's iconic innit?"
Andy admiring one of his race photos

the zen of andy

Cassy: “I can’t find a copy of their last ad to put in the job bag.”
Andy: “Don’t worry about it.”
Cassy: “But what if there’s some horrible misunderstanding?”
Andy: “Then that’s what happens.”
Cassy: “You’re so Zen, Andy.”
[long pause, Andy whistles]
Andy: [to no one in particular] “Zen and now...”

publishing in-joke

Cassy: “I was entertaining myself this morning by going back through Andy's blog - I'd forgotten how hilarious it was.”
Leigh-Ann: “All those gems...”
Andy: [modestly] “Maybe we should do a reprint.”

mojo returns #3

Andy arrives back from lunch clutching a Baker’s Delight bag the size of a potato sack and a family pack of BBQ chips.

Cassy: You carb-loading for the marathon, Andy?
Andy: Nah I’m just hungry, man. Hungry like the wolf.

mojo returns #2

"I feel like a tree: sturdy at the bottom and a bit more wobbly as you go up."
Four days out from competing in the Melbourne Half Marathon, Andy evaluates his fitness level

mark of a patriot

Andy: Hey Judith, do you have any tattoos? Like a Maori symbol or
something?
Judith: No, but I want one!
Loretta: You got any tattoos, Andy?
Andy: No.
Loretta: You should get a Union Jack tattoo.
Andy: If I got a Union Jack tattooed on my ass I'd be a jackass!