Ilana Smith:
Hmph. And it's a sunny, warm day in Seattle, apparently.
Ilana Smith:
Give me your poor, your huddled masses, yearning to be free... unless they're brown.
Ilana Smith:
Okay, New York, we're not fighting anymore.
Ilana Smith:
Korey, dubious about Yammy's insistence that we eat at this food cart.
Ilana Smith:
Every musical needs a magical fuck frog
Ilana Smith:
Book! Of! Mormon!
Ilana Smith:
Book! Of! Mormon!
Ilana Smith:
Temple thingy in the Met
Ilana Smith:
Central Park obelisk
Ilana Smith:
Highline