//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.