Gina and I stand at Jay Street waiting for the F train:

Gina: I'm gonna peace out the yahoo mail, yo.

Mark: what?

Gina: I'm gonna peace out yahoo.

Mark: come again?

Gina: I'm gonna p-e-a-c-e o-u-t y-a-h-o-o mail.

Mark: I don't get ya?

Gina: I'm going to s-t-o-p u-s-i-n-g yahoo email in favor of the thunderbird email client (you big dumb cracker).

Mark: email?