Regular

Lenny: So, I’m just gonna throw you in this unmarked room – for the rest of eternity. And since it seems you love humans so much, I’ll torture you like one. All you’ll have for entertainment is that giant stack of “New Yorker” magazines.

David: Oh, come on. You and I both know I’ll never read those.

Lenny: Of course you won’t. But they’ll just keep coming.