Freshman has to hide her dog, is a little stressed for finals, but gets to go home for the holidays
Wildcat: My name is Nathan and you're On the Spot.
Mac: Oh thanks.
Wildcat: Where are you taking your dog, which you are not supposed to have in your apartment?
Mac: I'm taking him home, back to the apartment, for sure.
Wildcat: How do you keep this whole thing a secret?
Mac: I have this cute, little Kate Spade satchel that he's small enough to fit into. So I run him out and like ... one of the ladies at the front desk knows that I have a dog, but the other one doesn't - she's anal and so I just have to hide it from her. So when she's on her smoke breaks or at lunch, I'll peek outside my window to make sure she's not there. It sounds kind of creepy, but I'm not a stalker or anything.
Wildcat: So, what do you do with his poop?
Mac: Have the gardener pick it up.
Wildcat: You make other people pick up your dog's poop?
Mac: Well, they don't mind 'cause they're gardening anyways. They're already picking up stuff.
Wildcat: See that guy over there?
Mac: Yeah.
Wildcat: He's the design chief.
Mac: For what? ... Oh, the paper?
Wildcat: That's Mackey right there, eating a sandwich.
Mac: What up, Mackey? [Aaron Mackey waves limply] He's like, "Who the shit is that?"
Wildcat: So, are you glad, as a freshman, your first semester -
Mac: Oh, wow. It's going really great. I'm kind of stressed out with finals, but it's going well.
Wildcat: Did you go home for the holidays?
Mac: Yeah, I did. California, L.A. and San Francisco. I have a parent in each end.
Wildcat: I went up to San Francisco this summer. I went on the little trolley.