[grabs Josh's arm to stop him from leaving the mini-van]
Because I don't know what's gonna happen in there. Last year, I filed a sexual harassment complaint against myself.
Against yourself. Mmm-hmm.
Andrew, in the copy room, he was changing the toner. And I pretended to drop something on the ground so that I could bend over and graze his butt with my nose. And I did.
That doesn't seem that bad.
And then I said, "If you don't **** me, buster, I will ruin you."
Hmm. That's harassment.

