Professor Ginsburg: If we ever start a joint venture together, you can be in charge of amusing the children.
Me: I'm actually not allowed around children.
Professor Ginsburg: My wife's former boss--you know, Chief Justice Rehnquist--showed up one day with stripes on his robe, and my first thought then is my first thought now seeing you in that hat. Did you lose a bet?
Professor Ginsburg:You know, believe it or not, I'm not legally dead.
Me: I'd like to see that doctor's report.
Also, Delegation and Privatization class went like this:
Sasha: Poems today?
Me: Well, here's a cute cheerful poem fitting for the holidays.
WHENEVER Richard Cory went down town,
[Sasha and Jay start laughing]
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich—yes, richer than a king,
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.