Ruth Porat might be suddenly available for a job that's suddenly not so terrible by comparison.
There is a lot of wild chatter coming from inside The Stagecoach.
There should be literally one actionable item on Travis' desk right now.
That sound you hear is Wall Street groaning in unison.
"Larry, Sergey... take of the silly glasses and talk like real boys."
Why do you guys keep doing this to yourselves?
R. Porat gives zero f*cks.