I don't care if you want coffee or water.

I don't have time, actually, to make you a quick copy of that.

I know it would be faster if I typed that for you. That's because you never type anything yourself.

The fax machine's over there. So is the instruction manual.

Okay, how's this: instead of me looking up the number and dialing
and asking them to hold, you just use the phone yourself.
It's a telephone, for the love of god. It's not rocket science.

No, I won't be a dear and do this.

How can you ask me to repair your network and still expect me to wear pantyhose?