//The day after spring break, when Rose had returned from San Francisco and announced that he was going to work at Google Rose: *frustrated with tedious algebra* This is like.. ugh... Noah: It's okay Mr. Rose. Think of your new job at Google! Rose: That's right, gotta think about the free food... Noah: And girls! Girls work at Google! Rose: Yeah, like, five... Glad that you're watching out for my dating opportunities Komo. Komo: What? Noah said that! Rose: There's a constant stream of sass always coming from this table, so your names are basically interchangeable.