*flashes you a dazzling smile* You know how I feel about redundancy.
*espies someone who looks (enough) like a porter across the way* *sticks two fingers in his mouth and whistles piercingly (and the guy can say he's not a dog but he looked over, didn't he?), beckoning to him*
I made you a DVD.
*rolls his eyes* As riveting as the workings of your brain are, Káni, I can't say that a step-by-step analysis of—what did you call them?—"Android preprocessing paradigms"?—is something I have great use for. You weren't here, either. Therefore "missed" is entirely accurate terminology.
*to the porter, as he approaches* Here. Take the lady's things to Suite 400 in Tyler Hall, down on campus. *takes a money clip from his pocket and peels off several large bills, handing them to the man* *glances down at his shoes and back to his face with an expression of mild distaste* They can't possibly pay you a decent wage here anyway.